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GIFT  OF 


LYRIC   ECHOES 


BY 


RUSSELL  JUDSON  WATERS 

AUTHOR  OF 

LEGEND  OF  TAUQUITZ,    PETER  DUNDERHEAD   PAPERS, 

A  MAN  FOR  BREAKFAST,  A  PIONEER  WOMAN, 

THE  DUDE'S  HUNT,  ETC. 


Times-Minor  Printing  and  Binding  House 

Los  Angeles,  California 

1907 


jpreface 


This  volume — "Lyric  Echoes" — was  written  in  odd 
moments  snatched  from  a  busy  and  strenuous  life 
during  the  past  two  years. 

To  me,  the  time  spent  in  the  composition  of  these 
Poems  has  been  such  a  change  from  the  arduous 
duties  of  business,  with  all  its  cares  and  burdens, 
that  the  mental  diversion  and  consequent  rest  has 
been  a  blessing  for  which  I  am  truly  grateful. 

This  book  is  hereby  lovingly  dedicated  to  my  dear 
children,  in  the  hope  that  it  may  sometime  while 
away  an  idle  moment  and  carry  with  it  the  blessing 
of  a  loving  father. 

Los  Angeles,  California, 

January  1st,  1907. 


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Dashing  and  splashing  white  with  foam 
It  roars  and  tumbles  wild  and  free; 

Over  the  rocks  it  hurries  home 

Through  woods  and  forests  to  the  sea. 


Contents* 


Greeting            . .  .  .             .  .              . .             . .             . .                 9 

Sylvan   Echoes        ..  ..             .'.             ..             .'..                 10-11 

The    Simple    Life  ..              ..              ..              ..              ..               12 

Summer's  Invocation  ..              *.             ..              ..              ..13 

Nature's  Tears  . .             . .              .  .             . .             .  '.    '           14 

To  El  Paso               ..  ..             ..             ..             . .             ..       15 

The  Old  Ruin  ..              ..              ..             ..             ..               16 

Maiden  Memories  ..              ..              ...              ..              ..17 

The  Dude         ..  ..             ..             ..             ..             ..               18 

The   Old    Maid        ...  ..              ..              ..              ..              ..       19 

The   Musician  ..              ..              ..              ..              ..               20 

Our  Traveller          ..  ..              ..              ..              . .              ..21 

Naughty    Fives  .  .              .  .              . .              .  .              .  .          22-23 

Mabel         .  .              .-.  .  .              .  .              . .              . .                       24 

Grandma           .  .  .  .              .  .              .  .              . .              . .               25 

Strike  While  the  Iron  Is  Hot  .  .              .  .              .  .                  26-27 

Auf  Wiedersehen  ..              ..              ..           '. .              ..               28 

Sail   On   Together  . .              .  .              .  .              . .                       29 

Alone                 . .  . .              .  .              .  .              . .              . .          30-31 

Our    Flag                 . .  . .             .  .             . .             . .             . .       32 

March   On  ..              .  .             . .             . .              ..               33 

Easter   Tide             . .  ...              .  .              .  .              .  .              . .       34 

Christmas  Carol  . .             . .             .  .              .  .             . .               35 

The  Old  Fireside   . .  . .             . .             .  .             .  .                  36-37 

Decoration   Day  .  .             . .                                                             3^ 

In  Memoriam   (Mrs.  Eliza  A.  Otis)  .  .              .  .                  39-41 

The  Old-Fashioned  Grindstone  .  .              .  .              .  .          4^-43 

Dolly's  Sick             ..  .,-..-                                                  44 

Let  Us  Be  Thankful  .  '.             . .              .  .              .  .                               45 

Long   Ago                . .  .  -       46 

The  Boy's  Lament  ..             ..              ..                                         47-5° 

Old    Song                ....  .-       51 

Invocation 

In   Memoriam          ....  53 

Infinitude  •  •              •  •              •  •          54-55 


Duty's    Inspiration  . .              .  .              .  .              . .              .  .       56 

Quo  Animo     ..  ..             ..              ..             ..             ..        5/-H5 

Nuestras  Senoritas  ..              ..              ..              ..                      116 

Sunshine           . .  .  .              .  .              . .              . .              . .              117 

Lucky  Jim                ..  ..              ..              ..              ..               118-119 

Scatter  the  Flowers  . .              .  .              .  .              .  .              .  .              120 

Bay  Island               . .  . .             .  .             . .              . .             .  .      121 

Some   Day        . .  . .              . .              . .              . .             . .      122-123 

We'll  Keep  the  Old  Farm  . .  . .             . .             . .              124-125 

Resurgam          . .  . .             . .              . .             . .              . .     126-127 

Our  Governor          . .  . .              . .             .  .             . .              . .      128 

Ping  Pong        ..  ..              ..              ..              ..              ..              129 

Our    Mystic    Life  ..              ..              ..              ..               130-131 

Why                   .  .  . .              . .              . .              . .              .  .              132 

Florence    .  .              .  .  . .              . .              . .              . .              . .      133 

A   Single    Star  ..              ..              ..              ..              ..       134-135 

Don't  Know,  Don't  Care      . .  . .              .  .              .  .               136-137 

Farewell            .  .  . .              . .              . .              .  .              .  .              138 

Out  Without  a  Gun  ..             ..             ..             ..             ..139 

Don't                  .  .  . .              . .              . .              .  .              . .              140 

Our  Jack                   . .  . .              . .              . .              .  .              .  .      141 

Tempus  Fugit  . .              . .              . .              .  .              .  .              142 

A  Mother's  Love     .  .  . .              . .              .  .              .  .            . . .      143 

Engaged  .  .       144-145 

Home         .  .              . .  .  .              . .              .  .              .  .              .  .      146 

Shall  We  Meet  Again  ..              ..              ..              ..              147 

Tear   Drops             . .  . .              .  .              .  .              .  .              .  .      148 

The  Old   Mission  . .              . .              .  .              .  .              .  .              149 

Know    Thyself        ..  ..              ..              ..              ..              ..150 

Youth's   Arrogance  , .              ..              ..              ..              ..              151 

The   Yuletide       ...  . .             .  .              . .              .  .              ..152 

Somewhere       .  .  . .              .  .              .  .              .  .              .  .              153 

Metaphysis               ..  ..              ..              ..              ..               154-155 

In  the  Twilight  ..              ..              ..              ..              ..       156-157 

Dearest                      .  .  .  .              .  .              . .              .  .                      158 

Myrtle                . .  .  .              .  .              .  .              .  .              .  .              159 

Dreamland                ..  ..             ..             ..              ..            '.  .      160 

Contentment  .  .              .  .              . .              . .              . .              161 

Good   Night              . .  .  .              .  .              .  .              . .              .  .      162 


RUSSELL   JUDSON   WATERS 


— 9— 


(Erecting 


'TIs  pleasant  to  meet  on  the  threshold  of  life 
Our  friends  to  be,  as  our  Journey  begins, 

The  pleasure  of  greeting  when  joy  is  rife 

Enhanced  by  friendship,  thus  happiness  wins. 


Life  marks  our  progress,  there  Is  no  ending 
What  seeming  as  such  transition  enfolds 
In  every  fiber  our  soul  is  blending 
And  striving  for  joy  that  the  future  holds. 


Accept  this  greeting,  our  hands  now  clasping 

We'll  travel  together  on  life's  stony  road 
Only  youth  on  earth,  our  thoughts  now  grasping 
•May  brighten  the  way,  and  lighten  our  load. 


Then  let  this  greeting  all  true  hearts  rejoice. 
All  musical  souls  in  harmony  sing; 

Let  the  song  of  friendship  attune  our  voice 
Till  the  ending  of  time  full  harmony  bring. 


—  IO — 


Silvan 


When  earth  and  sky  and  sea  were  framed. 
And  sun  and  moon  and  stars  were  born, 

When  order  out  of  chaos  came 

And  darkest  ni£ht  £ave  place  to  morn— 

When  God  first  said,  "Let  there  be  li^ht," 
And  sun's  bright  rays  refulgent  shone. 

And  man.  created  by  His  mi£ht, 

Stood  forth  on  earth,  and  stood  alone— 

When  beauty  in  her  garb  of  £reen 

O'erspread  the  earth  with  mantle  soft, 

Upspringin£  from  the  soil  was  seen 
Her  crown  of  £lory,  raised  aloft. 


Beneath  the  branches  wide  outspread 
The  changing  shadows  soothe  to  rest 

The  weary  traveler,  while  his  head 
Is  pillowed  on  earth's  cooling  breast. 

The  silver  stream,  the  babbling  brook 
Seek  coolness  in  their  leafy  shade, 

And  loiter  here  in  every  nook, 
Their  lavish  moisture  full  repaid. 


"Man,  spare  that  tree,"  ls^  sounded  forth, 
By  nature's  tocsin  echoed  wide, 

The  sun-parched  earth  Is  Justly  wroth 
Atvthou£htless  man's  destructive  tide. 


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1 1 


As  well  might  we  In  truth  expect 
To  make  our  honey  wHh  no  bees, 

As  fruits  or  flowers  to  protect 

Without  the  shadow  of  out  trees. 


Or  children  without  laughter  born, 

And  song  birds  with  no  songs  to  sing. 

Nor  misty  eye,  or  dewy  morn. 

Without  the  shade  that  forests  bring. 


Let  us  replace  what  now  is  gone 

Or  plant  the  shade  that  ne'er  was  here. 

Rejoicing  in  our  work  well  done 

With  faith  and  hope  and  conscience  clear. 


All  hail  to  those  the  thought  to  give 
One  day  a  year  a  tree  to  add. 

Till  lofty  forests  around  us  live 

Whose  use  and  beauty  make  us  glad. 


All  hail,  then,  to  our  "Arbor  Day!" 
The  harbinger  of  brighter  morn, 

'When  earth  stands  forth  in  full  array 
With  stately  forests  to  adorn. 


T  2 


Simple  TCife. 


The  whispering  of  the  summer  breeze 

With  lightsome  trill  of  meadowlark, 
The  shimmering  leaves  of  forest  trees 

And  murmuring  brook  so  green  and  dark, 
On  mountain  heights  with  light  and  shade 

'Neath  sunlit  crags  deep  marked  with  strife. 
In  song  of  birds  of  wood  and  glade— 

These  are  the  joys  of  simple  life. 

Could  we  but  live  in  sunny  calm, 

And  thus  relax  our  social  ties, 
Could  we  find  rest  in  nature's  bakn 

'And  thoughts  sublime  help  us  to  rise, 
Could  sunlit  skies  our  souls  uplift 

With  babbling  brooks  to  calm  our  strife, 
Thus  with  all  nature  we  could  drift 

Through  happy  days  of  simple  life. 

Not  all  the  love  for  hoarded  wealth, 

Nor  all  the  power  that  gold  could  bring, 
Not  social  life  Nvith  waste  of  health, 

Nor  happiness  from  these  could  spring, 
No  glittering  gems  do  us  adorn, 

Nor  want  of  place  in  us  is  rife 
But  close  to  nature  we  were  born 

To  this  weiowe  our  simple  life. 

In  sunshine  and  in  shade  we  rest, 

Breathing  from  nature  and  her  joys. 
Serene  in  thought  we  live  our  best, 

Abjuring  man  and  all  his  toys. 
Then  we  journey  nothing  daunted 

Towards  that  bourne  which  has  no  strife 
Calm  and  restful,  nothing  wanted 

We  live  today  our  simple  life. 


Deep  in  the  shade  of  sylvan  park 
I  saunter  musing,  at  midday. 

Beneath  its  leaves  so  cool  and  dark 

Mv  thoughts  have  wandered  far  away. 


—13— 


Summer's  "Jitvocatiott. 

Earth,  transcendent  in  her  beauty, 
Charms  us  forth  from  every  duty. 
Sunlit  skies  and  summer  haze 
Bring  to  us  such  happy  days. 

Minstrels  sang  of  pomp  and  splendor, 
Wealth  "that  strength  and  force  could  render 
But  to  me  there's  nothing  seen 
Equal  to  earth's  emerald  green. 

Leaves  with  gold  and  green  resplendent 
Shimmering  on  the  trees  dependent, 
Cooling  shadows  from  whose  wealth 
Nature  brings  to  us  our  health. 

Sunny  nooks  with  glades  and  grasses 
Swarm  with  joyous  lads  and  lasses. 
Till  their  laughter  fills  the  air- 
Glorious  youth,  so  bright  and  fair. 

Feathered  songsters  fill  with  gladness, 
Driving  put  all  thoughts  of  sadness, 
With  their  notes  of  joy  and  love 
Gathering  shadows  from  above. 

The  sleepy  droning  of  the  bees, 
Beneath  the  shadows  of  the  trees. 
Birds  in  flight  to  their  repose 
Proclaim  that  day  Is  near  its  close. 


Comes  the  night,  so  calm  and  restful, 
With  its  sleep  so  sound  and  peaceful, 
Till  the  early  morning  ray 
Brings  to  us  another  day. 


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wife* 


—14— 


Nature's 


No  tendrils  of  the  clinging  vine 
On  stately  tree  in  wood  or  lane, 

Are  softer  than  the  baby  touch 
Of  rain  upon  the  window  pane. 


Like  dew  upon  the  verdant  grass 
That  sparkles  with  reflected  light, 

They  quicken  all,  and  bring  new  life 
In  renewed  nature,  to  our  sight. 


As  tears  of  mourning  wash  away 
The  sorrows  which,  we  daily  live, 

So  rain  drops,  in  their  gentle  way 

Fall  softly,  and  new  hope  must  give. 


'Midst  light  and  shade  of  passing  clouds. 
The  streamlets  run  enforced  by  showers. 

Till  hill  and  vale  in  green  are  clothed 
And  all  the  land  is  filled  with  flowers. 


In  canyon  deep  with  sombre  hue- 
Winding  its  merry  way  alon£ — 

A  streamlet  flashes  into  view, 

Joining  its  voice  with  birds  of  son£. 

This  streamlet  on  its  journey  goes; 

Through  meadows  and  fields  it  winds  its  way, 
Refreshing  life  where'er  it  flows; 

Making  flowers  so  bright  and  £ay. 


—15— 


TEl 


Birds  of  passage  through  this  country, 
Fathom  not  thy  future  fate, 

Like  thy  state  within  the  nation, 
Thou  art  destined  to  be  great. 


Strong  and  rugged  on  thy  hill  sides. 
Like  a  diamond  in  the  rough. 

Aught  of  nature  thou  art  lacking, 
Thou  canst  claim  without  rebuff. 


Brave  young  giant  —  nation's  bulwark. 
Bordered  by  a  foreign  land. 

Can  defend  us,  if  the  need  be, 

Proud -^  we  grasp  thee  by  the  hand. 


Who  may  hope  to  know  thy  future? 

Dressed  in  robes  of  vivid  green. 
By  the  force  of  living  waters, 

Youth  and  beauty  may  be  seen. 


Onward  march,  thou  giant  city, 

Strong  In  youth  and  swift  in  stride. 

Blessed  in  sons  of  loyal  courage, 

All  may  view  thy  growth  with  pr'de. 


Thou  hast  built  a  sure  foundation, 
On  a  rock  thy  firm  feet  stand, 

To  endure  to  life  eternal, 
As  a  beacon  in  our  land. 


016 


Who  around  thy  walls  can  linger 

/  Where  the  sun's  rays  eastward  dart 
Without  thoughts  of  deeper  sadnes.s 
That  oppress  the  fondest  heart? 


Hear  we  whispers  from  'thy  ruins 

The  dead  secrets  of  Its  past, 
Aiding  us  thy  shade  to  ponder 

And  to  know  thy  tale  et  last? 

Do  Jhe  {voices  from  thy  portals, 

Echoes  from  the  days  gone  by, 
e^ch  /the  heart,  and  drive  to  madness 
m  whose  life  is  but  a  sigh  ? 

jtne  roses  still  in  blooming. 
Rivals  of  her  cheeks  so  red, 
nd  their  perfume's  incense  heavenward 
To  the  spirit  of  the  dead? 


May  those  worn  and  broken  columns 
Echo  happy  days  long  past, 

Bring  thus  comfort  to  the  living, 
To  the  weary,  rest  at  last. 


Thus  time's  destructive  tide  hath  laid 
Vain  hand  'gainst  this  stately  pile, 
j      For  age  hath  wrought  aTiealing  growth 

Of  green  vines  and  flowers  that  smile. 


Fountain  of  hope,  our  desert  land 
Bids  thee  welcome  to  this  shore, 

Thy  limpid  waters  cool  and  £rand 
Refresh  our  waste  forever  more. 


—17— 


Mlcmories. 


Why  ask  such  pointed  questions,  mate. 
Of  one  who  was  your  friend, 
Have  you  not  learned  in  joyous  phrase 

What  was  and  is  my  fate? 


Those  letters  large  from  "him"  so  bold, 

By  me  so  highly  prized, 

No  seer  was  sought,  no  questions  asked. 
In  those  my  life  was  told. 


That  maiden  blush  and  dimpled  chin. 

Of  which  your  memory  speaks, 

Have  long  since  passed,  with  fleeting  years. 
To  cheeks  that  are  akir}. 


Other  maidens  have  come  to  me, 
With  smile  and  dimple  fair, 
No  words  foretold1  in  language  bold, 

Yet,  fairer  still,  to  see. 


My  maiden  blush  the  missives  hid. 

That  others  might  not  see, 

But  laughing  eyes,  and  dancing  girls 
Tell  what  they  never  did. 


Can  you  think  who  he  can  be 

This  man  alive? 
This  young  scion  of  our  tree 

Just  twenty-five? 


We  have  known  him  long  and  well 

Him  we  admife, 
His  acquaintance  as  a  swell 

We  much  desire. 


With  sweet  sound  he  does  entrance 

Maidens  so  fair, 
Those  t\e  loves  best  in  the  dance 

Have  dark  brown  hair. 


With  their  Belgian  tresses  straight 
Hung  down  their  backs 

He  plays  coyly  with  their  fate 
Then  gives  the  sack. 


Tears  and  sighs  do  not  avail 

He  loves  his  pipe, 
For  tears,  sighs,  and  faces  pale. 

He  wants  no  type. 


Could  he  think  as  others  do. 

Of  damsels  fair 
He  might  have  another  zoo 

Of  damsel's  hair. 


Thy  feathery  verdure  delicate  and  li&ht 
In  tropical  lands  greets  ever  our  si£ht. 


—19— 


Old 


Say  It  not  in  Gath  or  Gaul, 

What  they  think  is  many  years 

It  has  worn  my  hair  away 

And  increased  my  baldhead  fears. 


My  blond  locks  are  growing  gray 
As  the  dawn  of  early  morn, 

Soon  I  fear  they'll  be  so  white, 
My  head  will  with  snow  adorn.. 

Girlhood  days  are  sweet  in  thought. 

Their  return  I  dally  pine: 
It  is  mournful  to  reflect 

That  I'm  Just  past  forty-nine. 

Oh  could  I  jvlth  Aladdin's  lamp, 
Bring  back  youth  and  all  the  boys, 

It  would  seem  a  heavenly  boon 

With  love  and  hope  and  all  its  Joys. 

Say  it  not>  in  Gath  or  Gaul, 

Where  its  echoes  sound  so  bold. 

But  I  must  confess  to  you, 
That  I  feel  I'm  getting  old. 


2O 


Mluslctan 


Busy  player 
With  the  horn 

Greatest  blower 
Ever  born. 

Cheeks  distended 

With  hot  air 
Tones  are  blended- 

With  his  hair. 

Says  he  has  not 
A  dead  cinch 

Must  blow  a  horn 
With  a  pinch. 


Waiting  people 

In  amaze 
Listen  to  It 

With  a  craze. 

Piles  of  money 
He  does  get 

Makes  the  ladles 
On  him  bet. 


Happy  blower 
With  his  horn 

Makes  him  glad 
That  he  was  born. 


Asks  the  public 

To  "hear  him 
Busy  people 

Laugh  and  je£r  him. 

Plods  along 
His  weacy  way 

Dotes  on  music 
That  don't  pay. 

Made  a  killing 

With  his  horn 
The  public  glad 

That  he  was  born. 


Pure  and  cold  as  a  winding  sheet 

It  covers  the  ground  with  mantle  white: 

Beneath  its  folds  the  Earth's  heart-beat 

Awaits  the  kiss  of  the  sun's  warm    li£ht. 


21 


Our  traveler. 

Dedicated  to  Mabel  Knowlton  Waters 

I  have  journeyed  far  and  wide, 
On  land  so  brave  and  free 

From  ocean  to  ocean  side, 
It  was  my  lot  to  be. 

From  the  great  Pacific  Ocean, 
To  Atlantic  s  angry  crest, 

It  has  been  my  daily  portion, 
To  enjoy  and  view  the  best. 

I've  traveled  in  the  gloaming, 
I've  traveled  in  the  light, 

I've  seen  the  billows  foaming, 
And  the  dessert  glow  at  night. 

When  the  sky  was  ovef  clouded, 
The  sun's  rays  shone  so  bright, 

When  fog  the  mountain  shrouded. 
It  was  a  joyous  sight. 

New  England  has  her  beauties, 
On  rugged  rockbound  coast 

The  brave  and  strong  their  duties. 
And  virtues,  they  may  boast. 

But  give  me  the  sunny  West, 
Our  dreamland  and  our  home, 

'Tis  the  fairest  and  the  best, 
For  me,  it's  shores  to  roam. 


22 


Of  all  the  lads  and  lassies 

Who  have  walked  these  Norwood  floors 
We  rival  former  classes 

In  our  passage  through  these  doons. 

As  we  pass  within  the  whirl 

Of  the  town's  resplendent  glare. 

We  expect,  both  boy  and  girl, 

To  increase  the  good  folk's  stare. 


If  we  meet  with  sage  or  bard 

In  our  journey  through  the  Earth 

We  will  crowd  their  honors  hard, 
And  contract  their  mental  girth. 


There  are  others  better  read, 

(If  you  don't  care  what  you  say) 

But  we'll  pass  them  by  a  head, 
As  we  travel  on  our  way. 


We  know  we'll  have  some  trouble 
For  the  world  will  envious  be, 

We'll  beat  them  more  than  double. 
Just  watch  us,  and  you'll  see. 


There's  Enoch,  Leslie  and  Jack, 
Three  of  a  kind  in  the  play, 

Daniel  and  Alex  in  the  pack, 

Good  hand  to  draw  to,  you'll  say. 


Our  girls:  to  name  so  many, 
It  is  hardly  worth  a  smile, 

III  bet  a  pretty  penny 

They'll  change  them  after  a  while. 


By  some  name  where  they  may  be, 
In  the  North,  South,  East  or  West, 

There'll  be  no  trouble  to  see 
That  they  are  the  very  best. 


Why  it's  thus  —  Miss  Moore  we've  had, 
That's  what's  the  matter  with  us. 

She  held  us  taut,  but  we're  glad, 
Because  we  now  stand  E  plus. 


Mr.  Fosdlck,  a  man  of  note, 

The  head  of  our  school,  you  see, 
In  teaching  us  how  to  vote 

When  we  some  older  shall  be. 


We  know  much  by  hook  or  crook 

Which  we  have  absorbed  this  year, 

What  we  don't  would  fill  a  book 
So  large  t'would  throw  a  steer. 

Thanhs  to  teachers  all  so  kind, 
Your  help  we  cannot  repay, 

Grateful  thoughts  we'U  have  in  mind, 
Loving  praise  shall  be  our  lay. 


—24— 


Who's  the  girl  who  thinks  she's  some 
And  does  often  beat  the  drum, 
Who's  gray  eyes  and  hair  that's  dark 
Leads  us  often  on  a  lark? 

Gan  you  tell? 


Who's  the  girl  that  parlez-vous 
And  so  French  with  high  heel  shoes. 
That  she's  always  -half  in  France 
And  does  lead  us  such  a  dance? 
Is  she  Belle  ? 


Hablais  usted  espanol 
With  her  heart  and  all  her  soul 
Till  the  Spanish  all  do  cry 
"She's  a  beauty!  Oh,  my  eye!" 
Is  it  well  ? 


To  what  church  does  she  belong 
And  eadh  Sunday  sings  her  song 
From  her  book  she  holds  so  high 
As  the  preacher's  new  necktie? 

Can  you  tell? 


Who's  the  lady  that's  so  swell, 
With  the  dude  she  is  the  belle 
Who  with  every  man  is  "it" 
And  all  other  girls  are  "nit"? 

It's  Mabel. 


The  murmuring  brooklet  winds  along 
Twixt  banks  of  beauty  seen 

It  sin£s  its  lone  but  merry  son£ 

Through  meadows  bright  and  £reen. 


—25- 


<Bratt6ma 


Sitting  in  the  old  arm-chair, 

Dreaming  of  the  days  gone  by, 

Age  has  sprinkled  white  her  hair, 
Listen,  do  we  hear  a  sigh  ? 

Does  she  regret? 

Memories  take  her  back,  once  more 

Prattling  voices  fill  the  air; 
Only  these  she  has  in  store; 

Alf  are  gone,  the  young,  the  fafn 

Can  she  forget? 

By  her  side  a  manly  form 

Stood  erect  and  fair  to  see; 
From  her  life  he's  long  since  gdne 

In  this  world  no  more  to  be. 

Does  she  regret? 


Children  came  to  bless  their  hearts, 
Youth  and  beauty  all  around, 

Mirth  and  sunshine  played  their  parts, 
Life  and  Joy  in  every  sound. 

Can  she  forget? 

Life  began  as  bright  for  her 

As  the  young  and  blithe  today; 

On  her  page  of  life  no  blur, 
Joyful  as  a  morn  in  May. 

Does  she  regret? 

Piercing  through  the  clouds  apove, 
Hope  is  beckoning  from  afar, 

Voices  clear  in  tones  of  love 
Call  her  to  the  gates  ajar. 

Can  she  forget? 


—26— 


Strike 


Iron's  Tfot 


Strike  now  while  the  iron's  hot, 
Be  your  motto,  as  it  may, 

Do  Jt  now  or  do  it  not 

In  the  safe  and  surest  way. 

Strike  while  the  iron's  hot. 


Let  the  idler  and  the  drone 
Dally  with  the  thief  of  time, 

But  let  you,  if  you  alone, 

Do  the  work  that's  in  your  line. 

Strike  while  the  iron's  hot. 


Old  Procrastination  stands 

To  prevent  your  sawing  wood, 

But  his  fish  he  seldom  lands 
And  his  work  is  never  £ood. 

Strike  while  the  iron's  hot. 


State  occasions  seldom  come, 
In  this  £rim  old  world  of  ours. 

Fortune's  luck  will  wait  for  none, 
For  this  life's  no  bed  of  flowers. 

Strike  while  the  iron's  hot. 


—27- 


Make  your  way  with  push  and  zest, 
Doln&  manly  work  today, 

What  is  done  Is  the  true  test 
Of  your  power  on  your  way. 

Strike  while  the  Iron's  hot. 


Nature's  work  £oes  on  apace, 
In  her  sphere  there's  no  delay, 

Time  is  "essence"  in  the  race, 
With  no  faltering  by  the  way. 

Strike  while  the  iron's  hot. 


Wait  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Do  the  work  that's  due  today, 

Having  both  your  work  and  fun, 
Neither  one  will  brook  delay. 

Strike  while  the  Iron's  hot 


—28— 


Hope's  brightest  rays  illume  our  pathway, 

The  spring  of  youth  o  erflows  with  pleasure 
Beckoning  us  on  with  illusions  rare. 

Its  font  of  joy  our  greatest  treasure. 
With  cheerful  cadence  in  life's  bright  morn 

We  meet  and  part,  in  naught  regretting, 
In  voice  harmonious  and  tuneful  sound 

Cheerfully  echoes  our  daily  parting — 

Auf  Wiedersehen. 


Life's  .meridian,  too,  soon  is  reached, 

Our  fond  hopes  are  still  creation's  joy, 
Clouds  and  sunshine  together  mingle, 

No  happiness  comes  without  alloy. 
Ambition's  summit  we  leave  behind 

Less  brightly  shining  upon  our  heart, 
The  flickering  rays  of  joys  thus  past 

In  fast  fading  light  we  crying  part — 

Auf  Wiedersehen. 


The  shades  of  evening  o'ercast  our  lives 

In  sombre  hues  and  shadows  lessening, 
We  turn  our  eyes  toward  heavenward  light 

And  seek  anew  the  longed-for  blessing. 
With  hopeful  gaze  intent  is  fixed 

Our  sight  upon  that  beauteous  star 
And  voices  attuned  in  accents  high 

Triumphant  calling  both  wide  and  far— 
Auf  Wiedersehen. 


Lake  and  wood  so  restful  here, 
On  thy  banks  we  have  no  fear, 
Neath  thy  shade  replete  with  health 
Gain  we  thus  what's  more  than  wealth. 


—29- 


Sail  On 


In  voy'ging  on  life's  ocean  wave 
O'er  peaceful  vale  or  stormy  sea, 

Returning  to  the  One  who  gave 

Our  barque,  to  bring  back  you  and  me, 
We  sail  together. 


Needing  -something  on  our  voyage, 
Something  wanting  in  days  gone  by, 

Each  the  other  to  encourage, 

Finding,  holding,  that  loving  tie, 

We  sail  together. 


Heart  to  heart,  trusting  thoughts  confide, 
Hand  in  hand,  working  as  of  yore, 

Never  leaving  the  other's  side, 

Traveling,  towards  that  golden  shore, 
We  sail  together., 


When  at  last  our  journey's  ended, 
And  together  we  reach  that  land. 

Ours  with  other  voices  blended. 
Joining  the  chorus  of  that  band. 

Sail  on  forever- 


—30— 


-Alone 

Alone!  We  hear  the  word 
And  shudder  at  the  thought 

Of  saddening  stress  that  brings 
Our  lives  'gainst  that  we  fought. 


Is  there  a  soul  so  dark 

In  life's  terrestrial  way 
No  human  voice  can  reachf 

One  chord,  one  brightening  ray  ? 


What  is  in  life,  well  worth 
If  not  a  word,  a  sigh, 

A  touch  of  kindred  love 
Before  we  say— Good  bye 


Is  life  worth  living,  then, 
Bereft  of  loving  ties ; 

To  miss  the  word,  the  smile, 
As  every  moment  flies? 


Can  e'en  our  Joy  of  heaven 
Bring  solace  for  such  grief 

The  lonesome  life  we  live 
Made  painful,  if  so  brief. 


Commune  with  nature,  thus 
We  bring  ourselves  in  touch 

With  higher  laws — perhaps, 
But  miss  our  kin  o'er  much. 


Perchance  this  form  could  live— 
At  least  exist  hereon— 

But  joy  of  human  kind 
The  soul  must  live  upon. 


Tears  are  the  lot  of  those 
Whose  loving  natures  cry 

For  our  affection's  pride, 

And  have  those  cherished  — die. 


—32- 


Our 


Glorious  as  the  summer  sun 
It  floats  so  proudly  in  the  air, 

Symbolic  of  our  country's  fame 
In  freedom,  we  may  do  and  dare. 


All  hail  that  flag!  the  emblem  high, 
Our  nation's  pride,  the  hero's  might, 

It  fills  with  courage,  and  inspires 
The  brave,  the  noble,  to  do  right. 


It  thrills  with  joy  the  patriot  bold 

Who  fights  for  fireside  and  hearthtree, 

No  slave  may  live  in  shackles  bound, 
Beneath  its  folds  he  can  be  free. 


In  foreign  lands,  we  bow  our  heads 
.-<-      Beneath  the  Stars  and  Stripes  above. 
-     And  thankful,  gaze  upon  its  folds 

With  grateful  hearts,  in  joy  and  love. 


Let  freedom  then  forever  reign 
Reflected  in  cur  flag  on  high, 

This  emblem  keep  our  courage  strong, 
Defend  if  needs,  and  for  it  die. 


Product  of  a  foreign  clime 

We  meet  thee, 

Reared  in  our  native  soil 

We  £reet  thee. 


—33— 


On 


March  on,  whatever  may  betide, 
.On  life's  highway;   let  others  see 
Your  helpful,  cheerful,  smiling  face 
Uplifting  all,  their  friend,  their  guide 
March  on. 


If  clouds  o'ercast  another  life 
That  needs  a  helping  hand  from  you, 
Grudge  not  kind  word,  and  friendly  look, 
Their  cheer  may  help  him' through  this  strife- 
March  on. 


Your  future  may  be  rough  and  drear, 
Its  tangled  web  seem  past  your  ken, 
But  poorer,  weaker  souls  must  live, 
Your  help  may  make  their  pathway  clear- 
March  on. 


March  on,  thou  soldier  of  the  age, 
Keep  step  to  trumpet  clear  and  strong, 
Thy  courage  lead  to  mountains  high 
Of  hope,  and  faith,  your  moral  gauge- 
March  on. 


—34— 


/(%-Tir^ 


Oh,  what  a  glorious  time  of  year 

The  spring  of  Eastertide, 
The  songs  of  robin,  thrush,  and  lark 

Are  echoed  far  and  wide. 


Glittering  rays  of  brightest  light 

Add  beauty  to  the  scene. 
The  dewy  leafage  sparkling  glint 

Reflects  its  golden  gleam. 

Fresh  youth,  new  life,  fond  hopes  are  here 

To  beckon  us  along, 
Delusive  mirage  each  may  be, 

But  fill  our  hearts  with  song. 

Could  life  retain  this  joyous  thrill 

Of  hope  so  bright,  but  past, 
No  sorrow  need  we  ever  fear 

As  long  as  life  shall  last. 

Then  let  us  sing  a  joyous  song, 

Of  happy  days  that  glide, 
Renewing  hope,  and  youth,  and  life 

In  the  new  Eastertide. 


x 


Mil 


.DCELSJ; 


On  thy  fair  bosom 

The  stately  pine  reflects  its  sombre  hue 
Thy  peaceful  borders, 

O'erspread  with  verdant  mead,  glisten  with  dew 


—  35- 


Carol 


With  the  twilight's  evening  shadows 
Christ  was  born  in  Bethlehem; 

In  the  voice  of  angels  sinking 

Shepherds  heard  the  Heavenly  band. 


Echoes  of  this  Heavenly  music 
Fill  the  heart  with  thought  divine, 

Blessings  promised  for  tomorrow 
Are  in  store  for  thee  and  thine. 


Much  of  sorrow  and  of  sadness 
Is  on  earth  our  lot  to  bear; 

Sounds  of  Christmas  voices  sinking. 
Lightens  every  thought  and  care. 


Memories  past  come  surging  o'er  us, 
Quickened  by  a  sound  so  dear, 

Bring  to  us  a  wave  of  gladness, 
In  those  voices  sweet  and  clear. 


Then  may  we  with  hearts  rejoicing, 
Listen  to  those  voices  rare, 

Sure  that  we  will  Join  the  chorus 
When  they  greet  us  over  there. 


-36- 


016 


When  (he  snovf  is  on  the  mountain 

And  the  ice  is  on  the  plain. 
When  the  frosty  prisms  glisten 

On  the  glowing  wfndow  pane, 
When  the  sleighbells*  merry  Jingle 

Mark  the  moments  passing  slow, 
Sitting  by  the  cozy  fireside 

I  enjoy  the  warming  glow. 


There  are  sleigh  rides  in  the  winter 

Wrapped  in  robes  of  fur  so  warm. 
Fun  in  skating  on  the  glare  ice 

With  much  glee  to  face  the  storm ; 
To  my  mind  this  recreation 

Which  so  many  thus  inspire, 
Is  yet  nothing  to  be  thought  of 

To  a  seat  by  cozy  fire. 


When  the  rain  falls  on  the  roof  tree 

And  the  wind  blows  fierce  and  strong 
With  the  sleet  that  chills  our  marrow 

Anci  the  gale  bowls  us  along 
Then  we  think  of  home  and  comfort 

And  of  these  we  never  tire, 
As  we  reach  our  journey's  ending 

And  are  sitting  by  the  fire. 


—37— 


Who  ever  can  those  days  forget, 

The  hearth  in  our  dear  old  home. 
With  the  cider  and  the  apples 

To  refresh  all  those  who  come! 
All  the  faces  bright  and  winsome, 

Merry  laugh  did  never  cease, 
In  this  loving  family  circle 

'Round  the  fire  of  love  and  peace. 


Of  the  dear  girl  sitting  by  us, 

Rosy  cheeked  and  bright  of  eye, 
Slyly  glancing  at  her  lover, 

Dreaming  of  the  bye -and -bye; 
Many  children  playing  happy 

By  the  mother  and  the  sire — 
Charming  picture  of  contentment 

'Round  the  hearth  and  cheerful  fire. 


Oh,  bring  us  back  those  happy  days — 

Those  memories  bright  and  fair— 
The  solace  of  our  later  years 

In  bright  days,  so  free  from  care, 
When  beauty,  health,  and  action  free 

Raised  youthful  spirits  higher, 
And  mingled  voices  happy  sound 

Soft,  around  the  hearthstone  fire. 


Under  the  sod  we  lay  our  dead, 
Scatter  the  flowers  upon  his  bed, 
Lest  we  forget  for  what  he  fou&ht 
And  the  lesson  to  us  was  tau&ht — 

Scatter  the  flowers. 


For  the  fla£  he  suffered  and  died, 
In  battle  £rim  his  soul  was  tried, 
Quickly  he  went  at  honor's  call, 
Bravely  he  fought,  only  to  fall- 
Scatter  the  flowers. 


The  bu&le  call  he'll  hear  no  more, 
tFor  him  the  stru££le  of  life  is  o'er, 
Beneath  the  £reen,  peaceful  he  sleeps, 
Heaven's  refuse  the  reward  he  reaps— 
Scatter  the  flowers. 


Thy  beauty's  bloom, 
Sweet  flower  of  li£ht, 

Where'er  you  roam 
Is  pure  and  white 


Hit 


.  J£lt3a  H.  ©tis 


She  has  left  us  sadly  mourning, 

Her  white  winded  soul  has  gone  before, 
Sweet  music,  her  voice  attuning 

With  angels,  on  that  other  shore. 


Eternal  life  has  opened  wide 
Its  portals,  her  soul  to  receive, 

Our  loss,  giving  heaven  a  bride 

Rejoicing  angels,  though  we  grieve 


She  sang,  soothing  the  aching  heart 

Bowed  down  with  burdens,  grief  and  care, 

On  earth  she  bravely  bore  her  part 
With  all  her  strength,  to  do  and  dare 


Through  ceaseless  work  in  endless  strife 
She  cheered  the  toiler's  weary  way 

With  echoes  from  a  purer  life, 

In  songs  of  hope  and  brighter  day 

The  needy  knew  her  generous  hand. 
Uplifting,  aiding,  on  life's  road. 

Her  love  for  all  the  toiling  band. 
Assisted  each  to  bear  his  load. 


Her  thoughts  surcease  of  sorrow  brought 
To  weary,  heavy  laden  hearts, 

By  muse,  the  way  of  life  was  taught. 
And  list'ning,  each  one  knew  his  part. 


—40— 


Beaming  with  smiles  of  love  she  moved. 
Inspiring  noble  acts  and  deeds, 

As  with  her  every  word  she  proved 
Her  right,  in  heavenly  ways,  to  lead. 


Clear  as  the  sky  in  summer  morn, 
Bright  as  the  sunbeam's  early  ray. 

Her  verse  repeating — "Christ  is  born"— 
Gave  hope  and  courage  by  its  lay. 


Wondrous  words  of  joy,  her  song. 
Beauteous  soul  in  faith  so  high, 

Scattering  flowers  her  way  along, 

Strengthening  friendship's  sacred  tie. 


"  She  Is  not  dead,  but  gone  before," 
Angels  above  will  welcome  one 

Into  that  rest — hold  wide  the  door — 

For  her,  whose,  work  has  been  well  done. 


Celestial  music  greets  her  ears 

With  dulcet  cadence  sounding  far, 

Its  soothing  strains  allay  her  fears, 
Proclaiming  thus  the  "Gates  Ajar." 


Voices  of  angels  welcome  ring 

Resounding  anthems  sung  on  high, 

"Hosannas  to  our  Heavenly  King!" 
She  joins  the  chorus  in  the  sky. 


—41— 


What,  then,  to  us  In  life  is  taught 
By  precept  from  a  heart  so  dear? 

What  act  evolved,  what  success  wrought 
For  ri&ht  and  justice  without  fear  ? 


Have  we  not  learned  a  lesson  clear, 

Of  hope,  and  faith,  and  Christian  strife  ? 

A  soul  £one  forth  without  one  fear 
Has  left  its  imprint  on  this  life. 


—42— 


<&rin6stone 


Oh,  don't  you  remember  the  days  of  your  boyhood, 

When  active  as  chore  boy,  upon  the  old  farm, 
The  big  chips  that  you  turned  on  which  your  bare  feet  stood, 

As  the  frost  on  the  meadow  you  viewed  with  alarm ; 
The  old  family  cutter  the  chickens  would  roost  on, 

The  sweet-scented  barnyard  the  male  cow  did  guard, 
The  wide-spreading  hayrack  thrown  down  on  the  green  lawn, 

And  e'en  the  old  grindstone  that  stood  in  the  yard— 
The  old-fashioned  grindstone,  the  iron-cranked  grindstone, 

-The  back-breaking  grindstone  that  stood  in  the  yard. 


Say,  don't  you  remember  the  old-fashioned  grindstone, 

The  straining  your  muscles  to  turn  the  old  crank, 
The  back-breaking  process  to  move  that  old  grindstone, 

The  struggle  to  turn  for  the  man  lean  and  lank; 
The  old  flaring  tin  horn  "that  called  you  to  dinner, 

Its  sweet  sound  so  dear  to  the  heart  of  a. boy 
Who,  starved  for  refreshments,  could  hardly  get  thinner, 

While  turning  the  grindstone  not  wholly  a  joy— 
The  old-fashioned  grindstone,  the  iron-cranked  grindstone, 

The  back-breaking  grindstone  that  stood  in  the  yard. 


Oh,  don't  you  remember  the  knock  of  the  broom, 

The  start  from  your  slumbers  at  dark  hour  of  four, 
The  shivers  you  felt  as  you  rushed  from  your  bedroom 

And  voted  the  old  cook  to  regions  much  lower; 
The  cows  in  the  stables  must  be  milked  and  watered, 

The  cattle  in  the  yard  be  foddered  with  corn, 
The  chores  of  the  farm  boy  would  stand  if  you  loitered, 

And  e'en  the  old  grindstone  would  wait  thus  forlorn— 
The  old-fashioned  grindstone,  the  Iron-cranked  grindstone, 

The  back-breaking  grindstone  that  stood  in  the  yard. 


—43— 


Oh,  don't  you  remember  of  sprouting  potatoes, 

In  cellar  below,  on  a  dark  rainy  day, 
The  feeling  of  sadness  when  your  neighbor's  lad  goes 

Fishing  for  suckers,  while  you're  made  to  stay ; 
The  dark,  gloomy  cellar,  the  lonesome  lad  in  it, 

The  feeling  of  despair,  with  heart  like  a  stone, 
The  strap  of  your  father,  the  cane  that  stood  nigh  it, 

And  e'en  the  old  grindstone  that  stood  all  alone— * 
The  old-fashioned  grindstone,  the  iron-cranked  grindstone, 

The  back-breaking  grindstone  that  stood' in  the  yard. 


Oh,  don't  you  remember  your  father's  old  woodshed, 

Replete  with  memories  of  the  old  leather  strap, 
The  sawbuck  and  axe,  with  the  old-fashioned  bob-sled, 

And  every  known  torture  to  plague  the  small  chap; 
The  old  open  doorway,  the  swill-tub  that  stood  by  it, 

The  pig-pen  in  sight  with  fragrant  smell  on  guard, 
The  sounds  and  the  smells  would  make  you  want  to  diet, 

While  turning  the  grindstone  which  stood  in  the  yard— 
The  old-fashioned  grindstone,  the  iron-cranked  grindstone, 

The  back-breaking  grindstone  that  stood  in  the  yard. 


—44— 


TDoll?  s  Sick 

Xittle  Sltce 


My  dolly's  bery  sick, 

I'm  Taid  she'  doin'  to  die, 
She's  had  the  tummak  ache 

Betause  she  telled  a  lie. 


I  twy  to  make  her  dood 

And  say  her  pwayers-at  ni£ht, 
She  ticks  her  closes  off 

And  opes  her  eyeses  wite. 


I'm  Taid  she  is  so  bad 

That  Dod  won't  let  her  seep. 

When  the  room  dits  all  dark 
Her  eyeses  won't  dast  to  peep. 


My  ma  says  she's  teeny 

And  &rowd  folks  'spects  too  much, 
"Babies  are  such  darlins 

We  must  'em  softly  touch." 


Dood  ni£ht,  baby  buntin, 
Do  sut  your  eyeses  ti&ht, 

Be  my  little  darlln' 

And  seep  'till  mornin'  light. 


"Let  rocks  and  rills  thy  works  proclaim 
In  beauteous  wilds  inscribe  thy  name. 


TUt  ICs  »*  Bbankful 

Let  us  give  thanks  for  many,  many  things, 
At  the  present  time  and  for  the  past, 

For  what  we  have  had,  and  what  we've  missed, 
Not  more  for  the  first  than  for  the  last. 


We  can  be  thankful,  and  should  be,  too, 
For  clothes  to  wear,  and  our  daily  bread; 

It's  as  well  that  all  should  not  forget, 
And  be  grateful  that  we  are  not  dead. 

If  you  must  still  wear  your  last  year's  hat, 
And  your  neighbor  next  door  has  one  new. 

Don't  fret,  but  be  thankful  just  the  same 
That  you  don't  wear  a  number  six  shoe. 

If  a  sealskin  coat  you  cannot  buy, 

And  diamonds  and  jewels  that  are  gay, 

Be  content  to  think  you're  not  a  -fright 

With  red  hair,  freckles,  and  nose  retrousse. 

Be  thankful  for  sunshine  and  for  rain, 
For  flowers  that  you  see  as  you  roam, 

And  don't  forget  while  ma^g  the  list 
To  give  thanks  for  the  turkey  at  home. 

Perhaps,  maybe,  no  turkey  looms  up, 

And  your  path  with  chicken  may  be  paved, 

Don't  murmur  with  grief  at  your  hard  luck, 
But  rejoice  for  the  money  you've  saved. 


Rejoice  with  bees,  and  birds,  and  flowers— 
With  things  inanimate,  and  that  strive— 

And  if  everything  else  should  fail  you, 
You  may  be  thankful  you  are  alive. 


Now  boys  and  girls,  come  hither  all, 
'Till  a  story  I  recall 
Of  the  time  we  did  the  knitting— 
Long  ago. 

When  a  slice  of  bread  and  butter 
Did  make  our  hearts  to  flutter; 
From  the  fence  our  legs  did  dangle- 
Long  ago. 

When  Nancy  and  I  went  sliding 
Down  old  Jones'  cellar  siding, 
While  our  laughter  rang  out  happy- 
Long  ago. 

And  we  coasted  on  my  bob-sled, 
Sending  chills  from  feet  to  head, 
As  the  snow-spray  e'en  our  back  felt- 
Long  ago. 

When  we  waded  in  the  puddle 
That  made  our  clothes  a  muddle, 
As  our  bare  legs  gleamed  in  sunshine- 
Long  ago. 

When  together  in  the  warm  brook, 
Hid  from  sight,  our  bath  we  took 
In  nature's  garb,  we  were  happy — 
Long  ago. 

Now  Nancy  's  a  stately  lady. 
And  my  age's  slightly  shady, 
Tisn't  proper  for  us  to  do  as 
Long  ago. 

As  lady  prim  she  cannot  run, 
And  we  miss  a  lot  of  fun, 
As  we  never  can  get  back  to 
Long  ago. 


A  snow-capped  peak  uprising  high 
For  miles  around  a  beacon  light; 

The  thirsty  traveler  with  a  sigh 

Turns  from  the  desert  at  the  sight. 


—47— 


's    Camenf 


It  kinder  makes  a  feller  mad, 

Say  nothing  what  he  goes  to  do, 

When  he  can  never  please  his  dad 
Or  get  one  word  from  sister  Sue. 


I've  run  all  day  at  beck  and  call, 

For  dad,  and  Sue,  and  I've  run  tight, 

(When  I'm  not  busy  playing  ball 
Or  in  the  cupboard  for  a  bite.) 


Dad  allers  says  that  I'm  no  good, 
Sue  says  that  I  am  a  great  pig, 

They  use  me  's  though  I  was  a  toad, 
And  for  my  fun  don't  care  a  fig. 


My  ma's  the  only  one  that's  white, 
She  treats  me  like  a  feller  wants, 

If  'twant  for  her  I'd  show  'em  fight 
At  sister's  sass  and  daddy's  taunts. 


Sue  's  got  a  beau  what  comes  from  town- 
A  dude  that  'lows  he's  mighty  smart- 
He  dasn't  drive  the  oxen  round, 

Nor  hitch  them  in  the  old  bull  cart. 


He  don't  know  nothin'  'bout  a  cow 

'Cept  what  I  told  him— he's  a  chump—' 

He  thinks  the  milk  is  pumped,  I  vowed 
Her  tail  the  handle  of  the  pump. 


A  feller  like  that  makes  me  sick, 
He  just  as  well  might  been  a  girl. 

All  Sue  will  get  is  just  a  stick, 

She  says  he's  sweet— you  know  a  girl, 


Under  the  lounge  I  hid  one  ni£ht, 
Just  to  see  what  was  doing  near, 

Twant  a  very  good  place  for  sight* 
But  just  a  dandy  place  to  hear 


— 49— 


You  ought  to  heard  that  dude  remark 
'Bout  "angels,"  "wenusesj,"  and  things; 

Oh,  my,  'twas  just  a  jolly  lark 

To  hear  him  say  Sue's  built  for  wings. 


I  nearly  giggled  just  right  out 

At  "lovely,"  "sylph,"  and  "arr£el"  names- 
While  sister  isn't  so  awful  stout 

She  is  an  armful,  just  the  same. 


Suspicious  noises  rose  and  sunk, 

Like  a  duck's  foot  pulled  from  the  mud, 

When  down  the  old  lounge  came,  kerplunk, 
Nipping  my  fun  just  in  the  bud. 


I  yelled,  of  course— it  hurt  like  sin- 
That  loafer  seemed  to  weigh  a  ton, 

(And  sister  isn't  so  very  thin), 
With  both  on  top  I  couldn't  run. 


—50— 


Gee,  whiz!  but  what  a  row  we  had! 

Sis  cried;  that  measly  beau — he  swore! 
But  that  was  nothing  to  my  dad, 

Who  stamped  the  floor,  and  ripped  and  tore 


I  don't  know  what  I  should  have  done, 
But  ma  came  in  and  stopped  the  row, 

She  saw  it  wasn't  any  fun, 

And  sent  me  out  to  feed  the  cow. 


You  bet  I 's  glad  to  £et  away ! 

A  feller  never  has  no  fun ; 
Having  a  sister  doesn't  pay, 

I'd  rather  have  a  do£  and  &un. 


By  nature's  wondrous  hand 

And  it  alone 

Redeemed  is  desert  land 

From  sand  and  stone 


016  Sons 


My  girl  is  a  fickle  jade, 

She's  broke  more  hearts  than  mine, 

But  oh,  how  she'd  laugh, 

Could  she  but  see  me  pine. 

Chorus : 

Oh  !  Oh !  she's  a  fickle  wild  rose, 
Damask,  cabbage,  a  china  rose; 
Oh !  Oh !  she's  a  fickle  wild  rose. 
Damask,  cabba&e,  a  china  rose. 


If  I  were  a  pumpkin  vine, 
I'd  strangle  off  to  sea, 
But  oh,  how  she'd  laugh 
That  I  a  fish  should  be. 

Chorus. 


With  a  twinkle  In  her  eye 
She  makes  my  heart  so  glad, 
But  oh,  how  she'd  laugh 
If  I  were  ever  sad. 

Chorus. 


I'd  hang"  myself  upon  a  tree 
If  I  thought  'twould  make  her  cry. 
But  oh,  how  she'd  laugh 
At  me  hung  up  to  dry. 

Chorus. 


—52— 


invocation 

Our  Father  in  Heaven,  we  come  to  Thee 

When  trouble  and  grief  fill  our  hearts  with  fear, 

Clear  as  the  sky  above,  Thy  face  we  see, 

Giving  us  faith,  and  hope,  when  Thou  art  near. 


Help  us  to  bear  the  burdens  of  this  life, 

As  soldiers  of  the  Cross,  to  march  for  Thee, 

And  Thine  armor  bravely  wear  in  this  strife, 
From  murmuring  at  our  lot  keep  us  free. 

Grant  to  us  the  spirit  of  love  supreme, 

Endowing  us  with  noble  thoughts,  and  brave, 

By  work,  and  act,  and  deed,  our  souls  redeem, 
Reflecting  thus  the  soul  of  Him  who  gave. 

Give  us  this  day  the  saving  grace  we  need 
To  bear  the  daily  load  that  is  our  task, 

Should  we  then  shrink  from  duties  that  us  lead, 
Give  Thou  us  light  and  wisdom,  help  to  ask. 

In  our  great  weakness  we  live  by  Thy  strength, 
Faint  of  heart,  Thy  presence  our  fears  dispel; 

To  the  Cross  with  our  might  we  cling  at  length, 
In  Thy  promise  we  trust  and  sin  repel. 

May  the  blood  of  atonement  make  us  pure 
As  the  waters  of  life,  keep  thus  the. soul, 

To  reflect  our  lives,  making  us  secure 

In  the  sunshine  of  hope,  for  the  heavenly  goal 

Let  Thy  light  shine  upon  our  darkened  way, 
Illumining  thus  our  feet  the  path  to  find, 

Till  doubt  and  darkness  turn  to  brightest  day, 
And  hope  eternal  rests  within  the  mind. 

Just  as  we  are,  receive  us  in  Thy  love; 

May  Thy  rich  grace  support  us  in  Thy  sight; 
When  earth  shall  pass  and  heaven  reign  above, 

Receive  us  in  Thy  Kingdom,  by  Thy  might. 


Thy  stony  path  my  feet  hath  trod, 

Through  nature's  £randure  thus  I  roam 

To  view  the  glorious  works  of  God 
In  beauties  of  our  earthly  home. 


—53— 


To  her,  eternal  life  has  opened, 
Though  we  are  left  in  gloom; 

Oh,  could  she  again  be  with  us 
We  would  ask  no  other  boon. 

Grant  us,  our  Heavenly  Father, 
The  strength  to  bear  our  loss, 

She,  we  know,  is  in  Thy  presence, 
She  has  bravely  borne  the  cross. 

May  the  darkness  that  surrounds  us, 
Making  life  a  living  night, 

By  her  faith  in  life  be  banished 
And  again  be  clear  and  bright. 

Such  a  life,  so  meek,  so  truthful, 
We  can  never  hope  to  live; 

Yet  the  strength  her  life  to  follow 
Is  with  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  give. 

Let  this  world  with  all  its  sorrow— 
With  its  gloom  and  heavy  care — 

Banished  be  from  us  tomorrow 
As  we  climb  the  golden  stair. 


And  again  when  we  shall  meet  her 
Whom  we  now  so  deeply  mourn, 

Her  bright  smile  the  first  shall  greet  us 
As  we  reach  that  heavenly  bourne. 


-54— 


Implanted  in  our  souls,  a  thought, 

A  hope,  a  wish  unfilled. 
To  be  the  sport  of  every  changing  view,  from 

Time  and  thought  distilled; 
Unless,  perchance,  we  are  to  be  something 

Beyond,  above,  intact — 
Conscious  of  our  present  span,  desiring 

Our  future  to  oerfect. 


Is  aught  in  nature,  then,  destroyed,  or  only 

Changed  within  our  sight- 
Renewed  by  Him  whose  being,  all  in  all,  contains 

That  power  and  might? 
Is  it  that  wish  is  father  to  the  thought 

But  darkness  is  beyond? 
Or  will  the  veil  be  raised  and  we  behold 

What,  half  revealed,  is  found? 


Faith,  through  ages  the  anchor  of  our  souls, 

Has  saved  us  from  despair; 
Has  reason,  then,  no  power  to  lead  from  darkness 

To  regions  fair? 
Life  immortal  planted  in  the  mind,  reason 

Saw  without  belief; 
Now  reason  dwells  within  the  soul,  and  not 

In  body  weak  and  brief. 


—55— 


Soul,  tenant  of  this  form  of  clay,  has  thoughts 

And  wishes  unexpressed ; 
Our  dormant  senses  while  at  rest  stay  not 

The  mind  with  action  blessed. 
Without  our  eyes  we  see  with  vision  bri&ht 

And  clear  by  inward  si£ht, 
Without  our  ears  we  hear  the  mystic  voices 

Calling  us  to  li£ht. 


Has  hope  no  anchor,  then,  which  reason  in  her 

Wisdom  can  accept 
If  mind  doth  know,  through  other  source,  what 

Nature,  unrevealed,  hath  kept? 
Mind  to  mind  our  thoughts  express -no  words 

Are  spoken,  our  lips  are  sealed- 
No  world  so  far,  no  space  so  £reat,  but  sou) 

To  soul  may  thoughts  reveal. 


Let  conscience  demand  that  reason,  then,  accept 

What  hope  has  raised; 
With  certitude  and  love  we  fix  our  thoughts  on  Him 

Whose  name  be  praised. 
And  let  the  £lory  of  eternal  faith 

In  word,  and  deed,  and  strife, 
Be  reflected'in  all  our  thoughts,  our  hearts. 

And  every  act  of  life, 


-56- 


's  ^Inspiration 


Knowing  sins  and  pitfalls  lie  about  our  feet 

As  the  day  near  spent  is  followed  by  the  night, 

Doing  and  daring  what  to  us  may  seem  meet, 

Thinking  of  naught  else  but  that  which  may  be  right. 

Church  bells  are  to  us  as  the  voice  of  our  God, 
Guiding  our  footsteps  in  paths  of  peace  and  love, 

The  end  we  see  is  not  in  gloom,  'neath  the  sod, 
But  joyous  hope  divine  beckoning  from  above. 

Conscience  needs  not  castle  walls  nor  lofty  tower 
When  duty  's  enshrined  within  a  heart  of  gold; 

Faith  shines  as  bright  within  a  lady's  bower 

As  in  valiant  deeds  performed  by  warrior  bold. 

We  seek  applause  of  naught  but  conscience  given, 

Angels  from  heaven  above,  unknown,  might  take  their  flight* 

By  duty  well  done  may  dark  clouds  be  riven, 

And  the  bright  star  of  hope  cleave  darkness  to  light. 

Truth  's  a  tower  of  strength  that  confidence  gives, 
Aiding  him  who  strives  the  light  of  truth  to  find, 

Nothing  daunted,  by  its  brilliant  light  he  lives, 
Seeking  virtue's  own  reward  in  peace  of  mind. 

Something  doing,  something  daring  for  the  right, 
Life's  tide  ebbs  without  regret  in  thought  or  care; 

Striving  for  the  noble,  using  all  our  might, 

Hope  hears  the  rustling  of  a  wing— over  there. 

Then  may  our  footsteps  in  cheerful  cadence  sound, 
Hope,  inspired  by  love,  to  cheer  us  on  our  way, 

Till  "Time"  with  his  sickle  reach  us  on  his  round, 
And  darkness  of  night  gives  place  to  brighter  day. 


'Neath  sombre  shade  it  wends  its  way 
Through  quiet  £lade  o'er  dashing  rocks 

The  wild  has  called,  it  brooks  no  stay, 
Untiring  stream,  at  rest  it  mocks. 


—57— 


^  Quo 


On  the  cold  and  bleak  New  England  shore, 
Whose  history  runs  in  old  folks'  lore, 
Where  the  robins  wing*  their  southland  flight 
Ere  the  snow  reflects  the  northern  light; 
Where  mantles  of  snow,  deep,  cover  the  ground, 
And  all  nature  sleeps  a  sleep  profound, 
Rugged  and  rough  for  an  infant's  bed, 
Loyal  and  true  was  an  infant  bred. 


Pillowed  in  want  and  nurtured  In  cold, 
Cradled  in  the  adamant  days  of  old, 
Under  the  shadow  of  Bunker  Hill, 
Within  the  tic-tac  sound  of  the  mill; 
Near  where  the  pilgrims  landed  their  flock 
On  the  bleak  shore  of  old  Plymouth  rock, 
In  poverty  and  want  was  made  his  bed, 
In  poverty  and  want  was  laid  his  head. 


He  grew  and  flourished  with  little  care, 

Developing  frame  and  soul  so  rare, 

That  the  sun's  warm  rays  smiled  on  a  face 

A  noble  child,  of  a  hardy  race. 

A  sturdy  boy  at  a  thoughtless  age. 

Was  destined  to  write  another  page 

In  life's  day  book,  on  a  pure  white  leaf— 

A  strenuous  life  of  jov  or  grief. 


Spring  time  came  as  the  springtide  of  life, 
Filling  him  with  hope  armed  for  the  strife, 
As  bursting  buds  of  the  stately  trees 
Pushed  forth  to  the  air  their  shimmering  leaves—  i 
As  imprisoned  waters  burst  their  cell, 
And  icicles  loosed  from  the  roof  tree  fell- 
So,  nature,  in  all  her  wakening  might 
Threw  off  the  sleep  of  a  frozen  night. 


The  waves  dashed  high  on  old  Atlantic  shore, 
Autumn  leaves  the  trees  no  longer  bore, 
Birds  of  passage  winged  their  southern  flight, 
Short  were  the  days,  and  dim  grew  the  light. 
This  good  youth  waxed  strong,  brave  and  bold, 
Like  the  sturdy  oak  of  forest  old. 
Till  his  manly  form  so  lithe  and  free 
Resembled  still  more  that  stately  tree. 


He  grew  thus  apace,  this  cnild  so  fair, 
Loving  the  breezes  of  June  so  rare, 
Sporting  in  wood  and  dale  and  meadow, 
From  early  morn  to  evening  shadow, 
Till  the  summer  days  began  to  wane 
And  beach  1rees  shed  their  leaves  in  the  lane; 
This  fair  boy  played  and  dreamed  not  of  foe 
Till  the  tide  of  summer's  sun  was  low. 


—59— 


Few  leisure  hours  had  this  boy  to  roam, 
For  toil  and  strife  was  his  lot  at  home, 
Made  better  was  he,  for  storms  to  be 
As  the  boat  that's  fashioned  to  the  sea. 
True  to  his  home  in  his  heart  and  soul 
As  the  needle  is  true  to  the  pole, 
His  toilsome  work  was  cheerfully  done, 
In  duty,  he  was  bound  as  a  son. 


Twas  oft  that  his  work  was  done  in  vain 
As  his  soul  was  hovering  on  the  main, 
The  nodding  limbs  in  the  bright  green  trees 
Invited  as  the  flowers  have  the  bees. 
Longing  he  gazed  on  the  sun  at  noon 
In  its  warm  rays  repose  passed  so  soon, 
But  duty  him  called  though  harsh  and  hard 
And  this  song,  he  had  sung  like  a  bard. 


Season  after  season  thus  had  done 
To  youth,  what  to  flowers  had  the  sun, 
Nor  soured  was  his  nature,  at  such  fate 
But  sweet  as  the  lilac  of  his  state. 
He  plodded  his  weary  way  along, 
Made  happy  by  his  wit,  and  his  song. 
Both  father  and  mother  felt  his  care, 
And  prized  those  traits,  In  youth  so  rare. 


Not  free  from  sorrow  was  this  strong  lad, 
Whose  history  was  both  bright  and  sad, 
In  his  grief  he  bowed  his  youthful  head 
To  mourn  in  sadness  a  father— dead; 
Care  of  his  parent's  invalid  life 
Burdened  his  youth,  made  weary  his  strife, 
But  his  work  seemed  nothing  in  his  fight, 
His  grief  was  heavy— all  else  was  light. 


This  vi/insome  lad  with  musical  soul, 
Who  could  play  on  the  heart  strings  of  all, 
Had  a  voice  and  touch,  both  pure  and  sweet, 
To  charm  every  one  he  chanced  to  meet;  ^ 
As  blithsome  as  the  mocking  bird's  song, 
Though  his  path  was  saddened  all  along, 
He  sang  for  his  mates  in  pure  delight, 
But  jtever  forgot  his  daily  fight. 


In  village  street,  on  the  river  bank, 
Where  the  buzz  of  the  mill  rose  and  sank, 
Stood  the  plaiii  brown  house,  facing  the  morn,; 
Where  this  youth's  poetic  soul  was  born; 
It's  often  said,  and  the  saying's  grown, 
"A  prophet  in  his  country's  unknown;" 
The  advent  of  the  lad  in  this  place 
Marked  only  a  soul,  just  one  more  face. 


— 6i— 


He  woke  one  morn  to  the  bugle  call, 
Whose  clarion  tones  pealed  forth  to  all, 
And  called  to  arms  the  patriot  brave, 
By  force  of  arms,  the  nation  'to  save. 
A  quick  response,  gave  this  lad  so  young, 
Whose  heart  and  soul  to  his  home  had  clung, 
'Gainst  sister's  charm,  and  mother's  cry, 
In  duty's  loud  call,  to  do,  or  die. 


The  sun  shone  bright  as  never  before, 

As  he  lingered  on  the  river  shore, 

That  silver  stream  flashed  back  dazzling  rays 

Beside  the  paths  of  his  boyhood  days. 

Homesick  at  heart,  feeling  thus  bereft, 

Sorrow,  the  lot  of  those  to  be  left, 

The  river's  sheen,  and  the  clear  blue  sky, 

Added  only  to  sadness,  a  sigh. 


Of  all  the  pomp  of  war's  martial  drill, 
His  heart,  to  drums  and  music's  dread  thrill 
Could  find  no  response  in  this  young  life, 
While  the  grief  of  the  parting  was  rife; 
But  duty's  first  call  was  of  the  kind 
In  the  heart  of  the  soldier  enshrined, 
To  hold  firm  to  his  word  and  honor, 
While  buckling  on  his  sword  and  armor. 


—6; 


We  hear  the  tramp  of  soldiers  coming, 
The  bugle~calls,  be  up;  and  be  doing, 
The  old  flag  waves  high  above  the  head, 
Protecting  friends,  and  to  foes  a  dread; 
To  the  front  then  march  to  meet  the  foe, 
Where  the  bullets  fly  the  thickest,  go; 
Where  cannons  roar  and  muskets  rattle, 
This  youth  was  found  in  smoke  of  battle. 


He  fought  in  rank,  always  in  the  van, 
His  sword  flashed  high  as  the  enemy  ran ; 
The  demon  courage  was  in  his  arm, 
His  life  was  shielded  from  every,  harm; 
No  fear  of  danger  entered  his  thought, 
In  thick  of  battle  was  where  he  fought, 
His  life  being  charmed  from  shot  and  shell, 
Before  his  charge  the  enemy  fell. 


His  stout  heart  quailed  not  at  the  sound, 
Nor  at  the  sight  of  the  dead  all  'round, 
At  the  fierce  strife,  and  clashing  of  arms, 
Nor  the  cannon's  roar,  or  bugle's  alarm; 
He  fought  like  a  brave  man  long  and  well, 
His  sword  struck  hard  whenever  it  fell; 
Charmed  was  his  life  in  midst  of  the  fight, 
He  fought  like  a  man  fighting  for  right. 


-63- 


But  when  the  curtains  of  light  came  down, 
And  the  shade  of  night  was  all  around, 
He  stood  on  battle  field  all  alone, 
Listening  to  the  wounded's  fearful  groan- 
When  the  stars  looked  down  with  pitying  gaze 
And  the  silver  moon  shone  through  the  haze, 
It  was  then  he  prayed  to  God  above 
The  dying  to  save,  with  His  great  love. 


W 


'Twas  then  it  dawned  on  his  mental  sight 

Power  of  strength  was  not  always  right; 

It  was  there  and  then,  and  not  till  then, 

Christ's  words,  "Peace  and  good  will  to  all  men, 

Came  like  a  deluge  filling  his  mind, 

Recalling  His  face,  gentle  and  kind, 

Illuming  the  soul  like  flash  of  sight 

To  those  words  of  peace,  with  love  and  light. 


All  night  he  stayed  on  this  field  of  blood, 
Till  the  sun-beams  came  down  in  a  flood, 
Picturing  the  wouncled  lying  all  'round 
And  the  silent  dead  covering  the  ground; 
All  nature  so  serene  and  so  bright, 
Would  scarce  reflect  so  cruel  a  sight, 
If  the  laws  of  God  should  be  obeyed 
And  the  bloody  hand  of  man  be  stayed. 


-64- 


And  when  the  clear  morning  li£ht  revealed 
To  his  vision  all  parts  of  the  field, 
When  each  separate  form  lyin£  near 
Was  brought  to  view  of  him  with  a  tear; 
It  was  then  he  saw  a  pitiful  si£ht 
That  came  to  view  by  passage  of  ni£ht— - 
A  little  child  lay,  with  pillowed  head, 
On  the  breast  of  her  father— dead. 


Her  lon£  tan&led  locks  of  sunny  hue 
Were  wet  and  glistened  with  evening  dew, 
And  her  fair  face  wore  a  placid  smile 
As  if  from  sweet  sleep  none  could  beguile 
The  youth  bent  over  the  child  and  dead, 
With  her  golden  locks  and  his  £ray  head, 
Her  smile  in  sleep  £ave  his  heart  a  thrill, 
But  the  father's  heart  in  death  was  still. 


As  he  6azed  at  the  child  in  her  sleep, 
His  sorrow  was  both  painful  and  deep, 
Traces  of  tears  were  still  in  her  eyes, 
Only  heaven  had  yet  heard  her  cries, 
Now  restless  in  her  sleep  she  became, 
As  by  cool  wave  a  chill  shook  her  frame 
Then  turning  uneasy  on  her  side 
Quick  sat  up,  and  her  eyes  opened  wide 


-65- 


Heaven's  azure  was  scarcely  more  blue 
Than  those  eyes  opened  wide  and  so  true, 
Her  little  baby  hands  reaching  out, 
And  her  lips  so  ruby  in  a  pout, 
Touched  a  spot  in  the  heart  of  the  lad, 
As  a  spring  in  the  desert  makes  glad, 
5o  he  clasped  this  young  child  in  his  arms 
Resolved  then  to  protect  her  from  harm. 


The  memory  of  a  sister  at  home 
Was  as  the  glimpse  of  flowers  in  bloom, 
The  softening  touch  of  this  fairy  child 
Filled  the  vacant  place  of  a  sister  mild; 
On  the  battle  field,  midst  wounded  men, 
Where  destruction  stalked  and  death  had  been 
This  youth  almost  happy  could  be 
Possessing  this  child,  lovely  and  wee. 


She  came  to  him  as  a  sunbeam  goes,— 
Like  a  dew  drop  on  a  parching  rose, 
As  the  tender  light  comes  from  the  eye, 
Or  the  morning  breaks  the  darkened  sky, 
Her  coming  thus  made  the  day  more  bright, 
Her  smiling  face  made  his  heart  more  light, 
The  song  birds  sang  in  sweeter  low  notes, 
And  ruffled  in  glee  their  little  throat^. 


As  he  gazed  around  this  bloody  morn, 
this  wicked  old  world  seemed  less  forlorn. 
The  baby  head  pillowed  on  his  breast 
Cave  htm  the  sense  of  peace,  joy  and  rest. 
He  wondered  at  his  sweet  thoughts  so  vain 
And  he  looked  sadly  'round  this  field  again, 
As  he  travelled  o'er  the  battle  ground, 
He  suddenly  heard  the  bugle  sound. 


First  with  Joy,  he  heard  the  coming  feet, 
As  rushed  o'er  the  plain  the  steed  so  fleet; 
But  alas!  he  saw  with  quick  dismay 
That  his  foes  before  had  blocked  his  way. 
He  looked  to  the  front;  to  side  to  rear, 
And  with  his  first  sensation  of  fear; 
And  as  he  looked  far  over  the  plain 
His  heart  sank  lower,  all  hope  seemed  vain. 


On  every  side  the  fierce  dashing  steed 
Wide  covered  the  ground.    Far  over  the  mead 
The  glittering  sabres  flashing  in  air 
Surrounded  as  prisoners  this  loving  pair. 
From  all  sides  they  gathered,  this  array, 
Horse  and  soldier  looking  brave  and  gay 
With  surprise  to  see  this  child  and  lad, 
Wondering  to  hear  the  story  so  sad. 


-67- 


But  stem  duty,  called  this  martial  clan, 
Not  one  wished  to  be  following  the  van. 
Ordering  this  youth  and  babe  to  ride, 
A  soldier  rode  guard  on  either  side. 
Far  from  the  field  to  the  enemy's  sight 
Rode  they  to  "camp  by  the  star's  dim  light. 
Without  complaint* this  baby's  head  lay 
On  the  youth's  broad  breast  all  of  the  way. 


He  awoke  to  hear  the  call  to  arm, 
The  enemy's  trumpet  sounding  alarm; 
He  woke  to  recall  this  dreadful  sin, 
Midst  clashing  of  arms  and  fearful  din. 
Forming  of  ranks  in  battle  array, 
Whose  sight  suggests  to  destroy  and  slay, 
Brought  to  his  mind  his  duty  so  clear, 
His  work  to  kill,  to  fight  without  fear. 


Refreshed  by  food,  and  sleep  of  the  night 
This  child  awoke  by  morn's  early  light — 
Prattling  she  ran  to  the  soldier  youth 
Still  sleeping  the  sleep  of  love  and  truth, 
Circling  his  head  with  her  tiny  arms, 
As  though  to  protect  him  from  all  harm, 
He  opened  his  eyes  to  broad  daylight 
And  to  this  babe  so  beautiful  and -bright 


—68- 


He  gazed  around  on  this  martial  host 
Glittering  with  arms,  each  one  at  his  post. 
Under  the  heavens  with  sky  so  blue 
Their  business — murder  — hardly  seemed  true. 
He  thought  of  home  on  the  village  street, 
The  place  of  his  birth,  loved  ones  to  greet. 
And  longed  for  the  time  dear  ones  to  face 
On  river  bank,  in  the  old  home  place 


In  visions  he  saw  the  old  stone  church 
That  stood  near  by  the  wide  spreading  birch 
The  village  school  house  white  on  the  hill 
And  fishing  pond  spread  out  by  the  mill ; 
Again  he  roamed  in  the  forests  wide 
With  his  happy  school  mates  by  his  side. 
Gathering  berries  of  wintergreen, 
As  joyous  youth  as  ever  was  seen 


III/ Iff /i /in/ 

He  stood  by  the  brook  on  the  mountain 
And  on  village  green  by  the  fountain, 
He  played  with  his  mates  in  the  stream. 
The  present  to  him  was  but  a  dream; 
Again  he  walked  by  his  mother's  side 
To  the  old  stone  church  with  thronging  tide 
Sweet  anthems  of  praise  were  his  to  sing. 
From  Heaven  came  the  rustling  of  a  wing. 


He  woke  from  his  reveries  so  deep 
As  from  a  dream  Irv  a  troubled  sleep; 
The  soldiers'  camp  with  its  snowwhite  tents 
Called  back  to  earth  his  awakening  sense. 
The  happy,  wee,  child  stood  by  his  side 
Lau£hin£  with  glee  as  she  saw  them  ride, 
And  begged  this  youth  to  take  her  again 
For  a  dashing  ride  over  the  plain. 


'4 

Again  the  stern  order  came  to  mount, 
And  prisoners  in  the  line  to  count. 
In  close  phalanx  marched  this  mournful  band 
To  prison  strong  in  a  southern  land. 
He  blamed  not  Fate  for  this  turn  in  life 
This  or  death,  being  the  reward  of  strife, 
Nor  could  he  expect  that  her  decree 
Would  favor  htm  now,  and  set  htm  free. 


They  marched  o'er  meadow,  forest  and  hill, 
By  the  babbling  brook  that  turned  the  mill. 
Through  the  sun's  bright  beams  and  sylvan  shade, 
On  the  river  bank,  through  forest  glade; 
The  roses'  bloom  was  as  fair  to  see, 
Their  dulcet  drops  as  sweet  to  the  bee. 
The  song  birds  warbled  their  merriest  song 
In  musical  time  as  they  marched  along. 


—70— 


Wide  spread  the  fair  earth  in  emerald  hue, 

Its  fresh  robe  sparkled  with  morning  dew, 

The  soft  breeze  played  through  the  shimmering  leaves 

Of  the  outspread  limbs  of  shady  trees; 

All  nature  vied  with  the  heavens  above 

For  peace  and  good-will  and  earthly  love. 

And  those  in  suffering  and  in  distress 

Felt  the  iron  hand  of  fate  the  less. 


They  marched  for  days  to  the  sunny  land 

A  cheerful,  if  not  a  happy,  band; 

By  travel  passing  many  a  day 

In  bright,  pleasing  converse  on  the  wav. 

If  not  the  thought  of  a  prison  cell 

Intruding  their  minds  in  every  dell 

The  days  thus  passed  in  this  journey's  ride. 

Would  have  had  for  them  a  happy  side. 


None  could  complain  of  treatment  unfair 
By  guards  at  their  side  gentle  and  fair; 
The  chivalry  of  the  South,  well  known 
To  all  the  prisoners,  was  daily  shown; 
Every  want  by  them  was  ,quick  supplied 
By  foraging  soldiers  far  and  wide, 
Each  guard  strove  to  furnish  every  need 
But  safe  to  prison,  them  surely  lead. 


\( 


Thus  day  by  day  through  the  balmy,  air 
They  traveled  south  through  a  country  fair- 
While  thoughts  of  prison  were  not  a  joy 
Beauty  of  travel  gave  Its  alloy 
With  some  fatigue  was  the  journey  made, 
Through  sunshine  and  storm  of  varying  grade, 
Meeting  with  people  of  every  hue, 
Seeing  many,  conversing  with  few 


march  began  by  the  sun's  first  light 
And  ended  by  the  coming  of  night; 
They  thus  approached  their  prison  abode 
As  together  on  the  journey  they  rode. 
Each  day  they  met  in  martial  array 
The  enemy's  troops  bound  for  the  fray, 
In  health  they  marched  with  spirits  so  high 
Yet  many  so  soon  in  death  to  lie 


.Some  were  met  who  treated  them  with  scorn, 
With  haughty  pride  they  named  them  low  born. 
Yet  others  then  sang  a  friendlier  strain 
As  they  saw  and  passed  that  motley  train. 
Soon  the  lights  of  a  city  ahead 
Marked  the  shadow  of  a  prison  so  dread  — 
Sadly  in  silence  they  came  in  sight 
With  heads  bowed  down  and  thoughts  dark  as  night. 


—72— 


The  prison  doors  closed  with  chilling  clang 
Liberty's  death-knell  for  this  youth  rang. 
And  dark  gloomy  thoughts  possessed  his  soul 
As  with  coming  night  he  reached  his  goal. 
For  days  he  pondered  gloomy  and  sad 
In  this  prison  with  food  that  was  bad. 
In  his  mind  shone  not  a  single  ray 
Of  hope  that  pictured  the  coming  day. 


It  was  then  he   missed  the  air  and  light 
And  lovely  landscape  both  clear  and  bright, 
The  song  of  the  birds  and  hum  of  the  bees 
With  green  velvet  grass  and  waving  trees. 
The  fleecy  clouds  and  the  azure  sky 
With  shady  forests  and  mountains  high, 
All  these  he  missed  with  a  sigh  of  grief 
-'  Though  his  stay  .in  prison  had  been  brief. 


But  another  trouble  he  must  meet. 
And  another  sorrow  he  must  greet 
In  the  sickness  of  that  little  child 
That  set  his  great  heart  to  beating  wild. 
She  sickened  and  pined  on  prison  fare 
And  missed  the  freshness  of  summer  air. 
Her  beautiful  face  grew  pale  and  white  — 
Angels  above  might  weep  at  the  sight. 


—73- 


Day  by  day  her  malady  grew  worse, 
Day  by  day  he  was  her  faithful  nurse, 
His  restful  arms  were  the  sick  child's  bed, 
By  his  tender  hand  the  child  was  fed. 
He  earnestly  prayed  her  life  be  spared— 
As  for  his  own  so  little  he  cared— 
That  her  loss  meant  his  happiness  gone. 
Without  her  presence  he'd  be  alone. 


With  loving  patience  she  bore  her  cross, 

Air  and  sunshine  marked  her  only  loss, 

Every  day  now  weaker  grew  her  voice, 

Betwixt  life  and  death  there  seemed  no  choice. 

Made  desperate  by  the  sinking  child, 

This  loving,  faithful  youth  grew  wild, 

Though  he  watched  in  fear  her  shortening  breath, 

Yet  he  vowed  to  snatch  her  from  grim  death. 


His  only  hope  lay  in  clear,  fresh  air, 

For  the  patient  grown  thus  thin  and  fair, 

And  his  thoughts  dwelt  on  escape  from  prison 

Before  the  time  many  suns  had  risen. 

To  this  plan  he  schemed  and  worked  and  thought, 

And  for  this  end  he  dug,  worked  and  wrought, 

Until  there  came  a  chance,  leave  to  take, 

And  from  prison,  dark  and  gloomy,  break. 


—74— 


When  not  engaged  at  the  sick  girl's  side 
He  watched  the  ebb  and  flow  of  the  tide 
That  laved  the  foot  of  the  prison  gate 
And  beckoned  him  on  to  tempt  his  fate. 
The  gods  are  good  to  those  who  are  brave. 
Who  risk  their  lives,  loving  friends  to  save. 
And  this  brave  youth  determined  to  try 
This  method  to  save  the  child,  or  die. 


He  prayed  a  friend  might  send  him  a  boat. 

Or  one  perchance  be  left  in  the  moat, 

He  pictured  themselves  on  river  wide 

Drifting  gently  seaward  with  the  tide. 

He  saw  himself  slowly  homeward  bound. 

With  a  living  treasure  by  him  found, 

And  dreamed  them  happy  once  more  in  thought 

m  a  rescued  life  so  dearly  bought. 


He  started,  and  gazed  from  the  prison, 
The  silver  moon  had  just  arisen 
And  shed  her  rays  far  over  the  land, 
And  close  by  on  the  river  and  strand. 
At  first  his  sad  thoughts  were  far  away 
And  not  on  objects  which  near  by  lay, 
But  clearing  vision  fell  on  the  moat. 
Seeing  at  anchor  a  tiny  boat. 


—75— 


It  rose  and  fell  on  the  rippling  wave 
A  beacon  of  hope  a  life  to  save, 
{iis  wistful  gaze,  was  intent  and  long, 
besire  of  life  and  freedom  were  strong. 
But  nothing  in  mind  to  him  so  great 
As  his  helpless  charge  and  her  sad  fate. 
Accepting  this  sign  as  from  above 
He  resolved  to  save  her  by  God's  love. 


No  sentinel  watched  outside  the  door, 

They  knew  the  sick  child  was  stricken  sore, 

The  care  of  these  prisoners  was  relaxed 

As  other  duties  the  guard  o'ertaxed. 

By  chance  the  gate  stood  open  wide, 

The  staunch  boat  rode  gently  on  the  tide; 

Wrapping  the  child  in  coverlets  warm 

The  youth,  with  boat,  was  speeding  from  harm. 


The  shade  of  night  was  on  the  river, 
A  cooling  breeze  fanned  light  the  fever, 
The  frail  boat  was  drifting  down  the  stream, 
Its  shadowy  form  seemed  but  a  dream. 
To  him  whose  lode-star  up-risen  late, 
This  fortunate  move  was  more  than  fate, 
Kneeling  he  gave  thanks  to  Him  above 
Whose  power  could -save  his  baby  love. 


-76- 


They  drifted  with  the  receding  tide 

In  the  middle  of  the  stream  so  wide. 

That  from  the  shore  It  looked  but  a  speck 

To  sentinels  In  fort,  and  on  the  deck. 

The  youth  sailed  now  with  his  hopes  raised  high. 

But  heartily  wished  that  his  boat  could  fly, 

That  the  moon  go  under  darkening  cloud 

Or  the  rippling  of  waves  sound  less  loud. 


The  night  was  calm  and  the  moon  shone  bright, 

The  stars  twinkled  with  their  radiant  light, 

All  nature  serene  In  heavenly  rest 

Reflected  all  that  was  pure  and  best. 

The  birds  of  the  air  had  winged  their  flight 

And  beasts  of  the  field  retired  for  night. 

The  fish  In  the  deep  were  in  repose, 

Even  man  retired  at  the  short  day's  close. 


The  evening  dew  refreshing  the  air, 
Cool  and  soothing  for  this  errant  pair, 
Revived  the  dormant  and  ailing  child 
Sailing  between  banks  of  forest  wild. 
She  sat  by  the  youth  with  eyes  more  bright, 
Watching  with  pleasure  the  glow  worm's  light 
And  thinking  of  naught  that  might  be  sad, 
But  dwelling  on  that  which  made  her  glad. 


—77— 


U 

Passing  thje  cities  on  either  bank, 
As  the  smooth  gliding  boat  rose  and  sank, 
They  saw  beaming  lights  reflected  back 
On  the  surface  of  river  now  black. 
The  time  of  passing  by  was  late 
And  danger  of  discovery  so  great 
That  they  sat  in  silence  on  their  way, 
Looking  for  the  dawn  of  another  day. 


It  came;  the  gray  dawn  of  morning  light 
O'erspread  the  earth  and  vanquished  night, 
The  moon  and  stars  fading  from  the  sky 
Replaced  by  the  sun's  bright  beams  on  high, 
Awoke  to  life  the  songsters  of  light 
Filling  the  air  with  music  so  bright, 
Through  forest  glade  and  shimme'ring  tree 
From  mountain  peak  to  murmuring  sea. 


Will'1 


All  nature  renewed  by  sleep  and  rest 
Appeared  in  sunshine  brightest  and  best, 
Till  storms  and  tempests  almost  were  not 
And  human  knowledge  them  most  forgot. 
It  was  then  the  youth  of  danger  thought 
And  turned  his  boat  and  the  shore  was  sought, 
Hid,  under  a  dense  o'erhanging  tree, 
From  enemies  sight,  felt  s'afe  and  free.v 


-78- 


In  branches  green  perched  above  them  high, 
The  oriole  sang  to  her  birdlings  nigh, 
Each   mocking  bird  sounding  her  refrain 
Through  the  forest  that  re-echoed  again. 
Listening  to  this  concert  of  the  wild, 
Highly  pleasing  to  the  youth  and  the  child, 
The  day  passed  by  and  shadows  of  night 
Were  brightened,  then,  by  the  moon's  pale 


'Twas  then  they  resumed  the  seaward  flight 
In  the  shadows  of  the  coming  night, 
With  naught  but  the  twinkling  stars  to  guide 
And  reflections  dark  on  either  side. 
The  movements  here  o(  the  ebb  and  tide 
Proclaimed  them  near  to  the  ocean  wide, 
And,  moving  lightly  like  sailors  true, 
Brought  the  grand  old  ocean  to  their  view. 


With  mingled  feelings  of  Joy  and  dread. 
The  ocean  beneath,  the  sun  o'erhead, 
This  youth  with  his  precious  load  to  save 
Rowed  silently  on  with  looks  now  grave. 
Although  the  day  was  both  calm  and  bright 
And  the  forest  shore  was  lust  in  sight, 
He  knew  his  frail  barque  hardly  could  be 
Fitted  to  withstand  the  stormy  sea. 


—79— 


The  healthful  look  on  the  child's  dear  face 
Was  answering  prayer  that  had  found  grace, 
And  the  thankful  heart  of  this  brave  lad 
'Mid  perils  of  ocean  was  made  glad. 
And  the  thought  of  the  course  he  must  take 
Blending  thought  with  the  time  he  would  make 
Sending  the  boat  safe  oveY  the  wave 
To  some  haven  of  rest,  them  to  save. 


The  dolphins  sporting  in  this  vast  deep 
With  the  shining  fish  compelled  to  leap 
From  the  sea  wolf's  terrifying  race 
Through  the  blue  air  for  a  safer  place. 
The  child  amused*  was  watching  the  play 
In  her  baby  eyes  it  seemed  sg^  gay. 
The  youth  was  rowing  his  tiny  boat 
With  straining  look  for  a  ship  afloat. 


, :;. 


Long  distance  from  shore  the  small  bark  made, 
The  adverse  winds  its  return  forbade, 
Dark  rolling  waves  dashed  high  and  grand. 
Imposing,  fearful,  but  guarding  the  land  — 
Caused  the  youth  to  feel  his  courage  go 
As  he  saw  in  storm  a  deadly  foe. 
He  longed  for  the  woods  and  fields  again, 
Thq  solid  earth  with  sunshine  and  rain. 


Storm  clouds  gathered  in  the  sky  o'erhe&d 
Made  the  youth  anxious  with  fear  and  dread, 
The  green  ocean  wave  under  his  feet 
Lifted  the  boat  high  with  strong  heart  beat._ 
The  elements  of  earth  and  heaven 
By  some  power  unseen  were  given 
To  bring  to  them  unpitylng  tide 
Or  to  bright  haven  of  safety  guide. 


With  straining  arms  long  weary  and  worn 
And  eyelids  heavy  and  heart  thus  torn, 
Almost  without  hope  and  thought  of  life, 
He  sturdily  chose  to  continue  the  strife. 
No  pitying  angel  seemed  to  be 
Guarding  this  struggling  youth  lost  at  sea, 
But  with  courage  and  hope  almost  gone, 
Against  fate,  for  life  he  struggled  on. 


Yet  he  rowed  and  struggled  not  in  vain* 
For  as  he  gazed  wide  over  the  main 
A  dark  cloud  soon  on  his  vision  broke 
On  crest  of  the  waves  he  saw  the  smoke 
From  a  warship  grim.    It  poured  out  dark 
Its  steam  and  smoke  and  fiery  spark. 
Till  mingling  with  the  clouds  o'erhead 
Was  lost  in  the  storm  clouds  as  they  sped. 


— 8i 


This  glimpse  of  succor  so  near  at  hand 
Of  warship  by  friend  or  enemy  manned 
that  raised  the  spirits  of  youth  too  high 
Strengthening  the  hope  of  a  loving  tie,1" 
Was  destined  to  fade  and  disappear 
For  another  ship  was  seen  so  near 
Clearing  Its  deck  for  a  battle  dread 
With  ocean  deep  to  receive  their  dead. 


Then  came  the  clamor  of  arms  so  great. 
Steel  against  steel  to  decide  their  fate, 
That  echo  of  battle  far  and  near 
Resounding,  was  heard  without  fear. 
Friend  or  enemy,  not  one  could  say 
In  terrible  conflict  who  would  slay, 
For  with  victory  perched  on  either  side 
Would  desolation  spread  far  and  wide. 


Gathering  in  waters  green  and  dark 
Around  the  ship,  the  man-eating  shark 
Glided  in  silence,  with  dreadful  greed 
On  quivering  flesh  hastening  to  feed. 
Close  watching  the  fight  in  their  small  boat 
The  shuddering  youth  and  child  afloat, 
Bewildered,  rose  and  sunk  with  the  wave, 
Thinking  of  naught  but  the  dead  and  brave. 


—82— 


The  battle  thundered,  the  cannon  roared. 
Death  and  destruction  rampant  on  board; 
The  dead  and  dying  were  all  around 
Deaf  to  the  din  of  that  fearful  sound. 
Closer  now  drew  the  engines  of  war. 
Deeper  on  deck  ran  the  human  gore 
Till  it  seemed  to.  youth  all  must  be  lost 
By  order  of  man  and  war's  great  cost. 


What  was  that  sound  that  burst  on  the  air? 
What  terrible  sight'in  view  of  this  pair? 
The  death  knell  of  brave  boat  had  sounded, 
A  stately  ship  of  war  had  foundered. 
Explosion's  dread  work  had  rent  in  twain 
And  scattered  the  bulwarks  o'er  the  main 
Of  the  enefriies*  death  engine  of  fate, 
Once  so  proud,  so  noble,  and  so  great. 


The  battle  ceased,  the  fight  was  ended. 
One  gallant  ship  with  green  wave  blended 
Beneath  a  mantle  so  dark  and  deep, 
Resting  with  the  dead  in  peaceful  sleep. 
It  was  then  the  stars  and  stripes  were  seen 
Floating  high  above  old  ocean  green. 
In  triumph  waving  o'er  sunken  foe 
Deep  down  in  darkness  so  far  below. 


-83- 


They  lowered  the  boat  down  to  the  sea 
To  save  the  lives  of  those  In  the  lee. 
Surprise  was  shown  by  that  weary  crew 
At  a  barque  so  small,  a  sight  so  new. 
On  ^he' ocean  broad,  so  far  from  land. 
With  a  stormy,  sea  so  awful— : grand. 
That  tiny  boat  with  youth  and  child 
Could  ride  on  the  waves  so  rough  and  wild. 


Courage  and  delight  filled  the  proud  heart 
Of  youth  who  had  bravely  borne  his  part 
In  his  manly  struggle  for  the  right 
And  the  child  of  beauty  in  his  sight. 
No  forebodings  for  their  future  days 
Obscuring  the  joy  of  bright,  dazzling  rays 
Entered  his  mind  as  he  stepped  on  board 
The  dark-browed  warship  so  near  them  moored. 


___  _  _  

But  what  a  sickening  sight  met  his  view 
On  deck  of  this  warship  with  Its  crew 
Sore  wounded,  and  dying  all  around 
In  great  pain  and  sorrow  to  be  found. 
The  sympathy  of  this  tender  lad 
By  a  scene  so  pathetic  and  sad 
Was  both  painful  and  sad  to  behold 
In  a  youth  always  loyal  and  bold. 


-84- 


Sleep  sound,  brave  warriors.  In  your  dark  bed, 
Softly,  undisturbed  may  lie  your  head. 
Your  duty  well  done,  though  mistaken. 
Only  with  Him  above,  you  reckon! 
And  when  Gabriel's  last  trump  shall  sound. 
The  wakening  dead  stand  forth  all  around. 
May  your  reward  from  Him  be  £Iven 
In  perfect  life  from  Him  in  Heaven. 


Glad  were  the  hands  that  welcomed  the  waif 
With  lad  on  the  ship  where  both  were  safe, 
Soon  rested  and  refreshed  now  on  deck 
They  &azed  on  billows  and  floating  wreck  — 
Sole  evidence  of  untoward  fate 
Of  some  that  perished  in  battle  &reat, 
Leaving  those  at  home  to  mourn  their  loss 
With  burdens  of  life,  to  bear  the  cross. 


Like  a  sunbeam  her  sweet  presence  £ave 
Courage,  the  sick  and  wounded  to  save. 
Her  baby  smile  so  bright  and  cheery 
Touched  the  hearts  of  the 'sick  and  weary, 
And  brought  to  their  vision  home  and  friend' 
In  love,  joy  and  peace  and  all  that  blends 
With  a  peaceful  life  those  blessings  £ive 
To  one  who  a  peaceful  life  would  live. 


-85- 


"X     I 


Untiring  was  the  work  of  the  lad 
Whose  efforts  helped  the  wounded  end  sad. 
Cheering  the  forlorn  with  hope  of  life 
Renewed  the  struggle,  continued  the" strife, 
Until  such  labor  from  him,  their  guest, 
With  health  was  fruitful  and  greatly  blessed. 
And  hope  again  had  entered  the  mind 
Possessing  their  souls  with  ties  that  bind. 


The  storm  passed  over  that  fateful  band 

With  prow  of  ship  turned  towards  the  land. 

As  homeward  bound  it  plowed  through  the  main 

Carrying  souls  made  jubilant  again. 

Thus  in  sorrow  from  mourning  refrain 

Only  a  passing  tear  for  the  slain 

We  drop,  as  we  rush  feverishly  by 

To  love,  to  struggle,  and  then  to  die. 


Once  again  the  sun  shone  dazzling,  strong. 
As  the  noble  ship  ploughed  bravely  alortg, 
The  sparkling  rain  drops  hung  from  the  mast 
Like  tear  drops  In  mourning  for  the  past. 
The  sheen  of  sun  on  the  dark  blue  wave 
Like  cloth  of  gold  on  the  sailor's  grave* 
Was  enough  to  recall  the  sad  fate 
And  the  burial  place  of  each  lost  mate. 


—86— 


But  homeward  bound  made  the  heart  so  glad 
Of  all  on  board  as  well  as  the  lad 
That  the  scenes  of  strife,  struggle  and  death 
Were  almost  forgotten  as  soon  as  left. 
Sailor-soldiers,  fight  hearted  and  gay 
Danced  and  sang  to  music  all  the  day 
And  even  the  sore  wounded  forgot 
Their  troubles,  in  the  change  of  their  lot. 


From  Captain  of  this  victorious  ship 
To  the  jack  tars  who  in  briny  surf  dip 
Of  the  winsome  child  a  favorite  made 
With  aJl  on  board  and  with  every  grede. 
The  care  of  the  wounded  on  the  way 
j^ell  largely  to  the  youth  on  each  day. 
Endeared  him  daily  to  every  heart 
Regretting  the  day  that  they  must  part. 


They  fished -for  sharks  in  the  water  deep. 
And  watched  the  sporting  porpoise  leap, 
They  passed  many  days  in  pleasure  bright 
From  early  morning  to  evening  light. 
The  giant  form  of  the  spouting  whale 
Was  seen  afar  in  the  moonlight  pale, 
In  phosphorescent  light  they  listened 
To  weird  stories  on  waves  that  glistened. 


-87- 


Of  dangerous  pirates  brave  and  bold 
Who  robbed  the  shippers  of  pelf  and  gold. 
The  evenings  so  long  were  quickly  passed 
In  darksome  tales  spun  before  the  mast. 
Of  wondrous  travels  far.  and  wide, 
Beyond  the  ocean  and  country  side, 
In  foreign  parts,  on  equator's  line, 
Through  tropical  lands  and  varied  clime. 


There  were  stories  told  of  treasure  great 
Buried  on  shore  by  pirates  late 
While  wandering  over  land  and  sea 
And  robbing  ships  unable  to  flee. 
And  caves  full  filled  with  Ingot?  of  gold 
Of  value  so  great,  almost  untold. 
That  tales  of  Aladdin's  lamp  relate 
No  story  of  wealth  one-half  so  great. 


Of  giants  that  lived  in  forests  wild— 

A  powerful  being  to  every  child— 

When,  bad  they  were  pictured  close  at  hand 

Ready  to  punish  in  every  land; 

When  good,  protection  was  always  sure 

To  children  whose  lives  were  sweet  and  pure, 

Thus  rewarded  or  punished,  were  all 

According  to  conduct,  to  rise  or  fall. 


The  mystic  tales  of  a  sailor  lad 

Delighted  the  hearts  of  good  and  bad 

And  entered  the  realm  of  every  sphere 

Of  worlds  and  countries  far  and  near. 

The  nimble  dance  and  songs  that  were  sung 

Enjoyed  by  everyone,  old  or  young 

Would  give  the  thinking  much  food  for  thought 

Jhat  wars  and  bloodshed  had  taught  them  naught. 


These  scenes  on  board  were  destined  to  change 

When  sailing  ship  came  over  the  main. 

A  signal  gun  was  quickly  sounded. 

The  sailing  ship  was  by  that  rounded. 

And  orders  were  given  transferring  all 

Of  those  not  subject  to  ship's  roll  call, 

Thus  the  battleship  was  left  behind 

With  all  of  those  who  had  been  so  kind. 


The  loving  child  with  youth  did  mourn 
Sailing  away  to  an  unknown  bourne. 
The  kindest  of  friends  they  had  .ever  had 
In  troubles  and  trials  to  make  them  ,glad. 
But  other  thoughts  Intruded  their  minds 
With  other  troubles  of  different  kinds. 
For  tempest  uprising  bore  them  away 
Till  hope  had  left  not  a  single  ray. 


The  tempest  broke  o'er  devoted  heads 
And  raged  with  fury,  awful  and  dread. 
Tearing  the  sails  from  the  spars  on  high, 
Ploughing  the  waters  deep,  far  and  nigh. 
The  great  rolling  billows  swept  the  deck 
Till  everything  loose  was  bound  to  wreck. 
While  several  on  board  were  washed  away 
And  lost  in  the  foaming  billows  gray. 


Confusion  terrible  on  deck  now  reigned 
And  the  fear  of  sailors  was  unfeigned 
As  orders  were  given  and  recalled, 
So  fierce  a  gale  the  captain  appalled. 
"The  ship  Is  lost"  the  captain  shouted 
As  through  the  sides  the  water  spouted; 
-No  hope  was  given  the  struggling  lads, 
God  only  co'uld  help  a  fate  so  sad. 


The  fiercest  storm  and  the  darkest  night 

Came  o'er  the  ocean  at  close  of  light, 

Great,  dashing  waves  swept  athwart  the  deqk. 

Each  moment  threatening  a  total  wreckl 

The  trembling  ship  seemed  a  thing  a^lve 

That  hardly  might  the  night  survive. 

The  puny  power  of  helpless  man 

Could  scarcely  withstand  old  ocean's  can. 


Youth  and  child  in  the  cabin  were  calm, 
Faith  in  his  Maker  was  like  a  balm 
To  the  brave,  unflinching  soldier  lad 
With  the  armor  of  his  faith  well  clad. 
He  felt  that  the  brave  old  ship  was  doomed, 
Yet  trust  in  a  Greater  Force  hi£h  loomed 
And  brightly  illumed  this  darksome  hour, 
This  hope  and  trust  in  a  Higher  Power. 


Praying,  he  asked  guidance  from  above, 
Grace  and  power  of  sustaining  love, 
To  meet  whatever  fate  had  in  store 
And  in  silence  now  His  name  adore. 
No  power  of  man  could  stem  the  tide, 
Or  to  a  haven  of  safety  £uide; 
With  Him  alone  assistance  must  stand 
To  brin£  them  well  and  safely  to  land. 


All  kneeling  down  in  invocation  cried 
"Save  us  by  mercy  of  Him  who  died; 
Unworthy,  sinful  we  have  no  claim, 
We  corrie  to  Thee  only  In  His  name; 
In  dire  distress  we  cry  unto  Thee, 
Hear  Thou  our  prayer,  our  tr'ouble  see, 
Help  us,  Thou,  unworthy  though  we  cry, 
Save  us  from  death  or  teach  us  to  die!" 


The  youth  sure  founded 'in  his  belief, 
Extending  solace  for  their  .relief, 
Calming  and  soothing  each  sailor's  fear 
Of  death  and  destruction  now  so  near; 
Pointing  surely  to  the  way  of  light 
Through  repentance  to  Calvary's  height, 
The  Savior's  image  upon  the  cross 
Shining  as  gold  amidst  crumbling  dross. 


4 


Day  following  night  continued  the  storm, 
Hours  passed  like  years  till  the  comfng  morn, 
Centuries  could  scarce  drag  so  along, 
With  rudder  broken  and  compass  wrong. 
As  moments  of  suspense  in  the  night 
Grew  to  days  of  commotion  and  fright, 
And  nights  of  horror  were  endured  = 

In  suffering,  by  those  not  inured. 


It  came!    At  midnight  was  heard  the  crash! 
'  Midst  thunder's  loud  roar  and  lightning's  flash 
She  struck  solid  earth  with  crashing  keel 
And  trembled  like  aspen  leaf  to  feel 
The  death  thrust  of  ragged  point  of  rock 
That  all  airy  life  and  symmetry  mock, 
A  thing  of  beauty  with  living  freight 
By  shivering  road  to  a  watery  fate. 


—92— 


There  were  hurrying  men  and  trampling  feet, 
'Midst  quick  preparation  in  rain  and  sleet 
To  man  the  boats,  in  desperate  strait 
Each  thinking  of  naught  but  his  own  fate. 
All  semblance  of  order  disappeared 
Fully  the  spectre  of  death  each  feared; 
Thoughts  of  others  scarce  entered  the  mind. 
To  other  thoughts  than  self  they  were  blind. 


•Blindly  they  rushed  to  each  launching  boat 
Which  filled  to  overflowing  when  afloat, 
Cut  loose  from  the  ship,  was  washed  away 
Ne'er  again  to  see  the  light  of  day. 
Boat  after  boat,  carrying  living  freight, 
Was  launched  to  founder  like  other's  mate, 
Till  all  disappeared  o'er  the  ship's  side 
With  neither  stars  or  compass  to  guide. 


Alone  on  the  stranded  ship  so^high 
With  a  single  thought,  a  living  tie, 
The  youth  and  his  charge  together  clung 
In  fated  ship  on  the  sharp  rocks  hung. 
Not  frenzied  fear  nor  useless  regret 
Possessed  the  soul  or  caused  to  forget 
The  teachings  of  the  youth's  earlier  years 
Whose  influence  allayed  his  present  fears. 


—93- 


They  slept  refreshing  sleep  of  the  just, 
Placing  in  a  Higher  Power  their  trust. 
Dreaming  day  dreams  of  childhood  away 
Till  passing  hours  brought  the  morning  gray. 
Once  again  the  sun's  rays  were  shining, 
The  fleecy  clouds  wore  silver  lining, 
And  buoyant  youth  now  rebounding  far 
Brought  again  the  world  without  a  star 


They  stood  on  deck  of  the  foundered  boat 
Straining  their  gaze  for  wreckage  afloat, 
Still  waiting  in  hopes  that  some  might  live, 
That  youth  in  his  strength  some  help  might  give. 
But  naught  appeared  on  the  surface  bright 
Of  old  ocean  waves  with  sheen  of  light: 
Sighing  sorrowfully  they  turned  away. 
Trials  to  meet  of  another  day 


Turning  they  beheld  another  sight, 

Both  landscape  and  mountains  to  the  right. 

And  hope's  fruition  seemed  near  at  hand 

In  the  friendly  promise  of  this  land. 

But  how  to  reach  this  haven  of  rest 

Without  boat  or  sails  to  make  the  test 

Was  a  question  whose  answer  the  lad 

Quick  thinking  for  both  their  hearts  made  glad, 


—94— 


Bright  and  beautiful  as  a  brilliant  star 
Everything  seemed,  as  they  looked  afar 
Over  the  water  and  on  the  land 
With  smiling  ocean  placid  and  grand. 
The  sky  was  mirrored  upon  the  deep, 
Awakening  morning  as  from  sleep. 
Till  leaping  fish  and  birds  of  the  air 
Proclaimed  a  nature  all  free  from  care, 


The  great  raging  storm  seemed  but  a  dream 
As  ocean  mirrored  the  bright  sun  beams; 
The  memory  of  sailors  who  were  lost 
Like  a  phantom  of  the  past  engrossed 
Every  thought  and  vision  of  the  lad, 
Mingling  sunshine  with  thoughts  yet  sad, 
Marring  his  happiness  and  delight 
At  the  pleasure  of  a  day  so  bright. 


But  thoughts  of  safety  were  in  his  mind. 

If  a  land  of  promise  he  could  find 

For  the  rescue  of  his  loving  charge 

By  the  building  of  a  sailing  barge. 

His  spirits  rose  at  the  very  thought, 

His  heart  was  glad  that  he'd  been  taught 

By  manual  training  to  do  his  best, 

And  with  brawny  muscle  he  was  blessed. 


-95— 


He  worked  and  studied  to  build  a  boat. 

Or  some  other  craft  to  keep  afloat 

Till  tide  of  the  sea  floating  before 

Could  reach  the  distant,  beautiful  shore. 

In  laboring  thus  to  reach  the  main 

He  gazed  through  the  glass  both  long  and  vain 

To  discover  signs  of  human  form, 

Making  their  condition  less  forlorn. 


With  infinite  pains  he  built  a  craft, 
By  labor  intense  he  launched  his  raft, 
Which  floated  serene  on  ocean  wave 
The  devoted  lad  and  charge  to  save. 
Quick  gathered  they  all  useful  and  good 
For  a  pioneer  life  in  the  wild  wood, 
And,  bravely  leaving  the  stranded  boat, 
Began  their  journey  on  waves  afloat. 


The  day  continued  both  bright  and  clear 
As  they  sailed  toward  the  shore  with  some  fear, 
And  soon  the  glistening  snow-white  beach 
Blended  with  ocean  within  their  reach. 
The  rippling  waves  kissed  softly  the  shore 
As  burdens  on  raft  they  quickly  bore, 
Till  things  most  useful  were  safely  landed 
They  saw  from  shore  their  ship  that  stranded. 


And  now  they  viewed  the  beautiful  land, 

The  forest  trees  majestic  and  grand, 

With  generous  growth  of  tropic  hue 

To  eyes  of  these  northland  children  new. 

The  graceful  tendril  of  clinging  vine 

So  tenderly  with  each  other  twine 

That,  covering  thick  the  forest  glade, 

Made  charming  the  grateful  woodland  shade. 


The  foliage  covering  the  ground  was  bright 
And  drank  of  the  sun's  reflected  light, 
Absorbing  many  and- varying  tints 
In  artist's  eyes  most  wonderful  glints. 
And  rich  in  bloom,  in  fragrance,  and  growth 
As  graceful  maiden  plighting  her  troth, 
And  sweet  in  perfume's  generous  breath 
As  flowers  crushed  and  wounded  to  death. 


The  feathered  songsters  in  gladness  sang 
Forests  and  glens  with  their  music  rang, 
Fine  was  their  plumage,  varied  and  gay, 
Flashing  colors  of  the  sun's  bright  ray. 
Oriole,  lark  and  mocking-bird  voice 
Trilling  to  others  their  mating  choice, 
Till  forest  and  vale  rang  with  their  song 
Awakening  echoes  both  loud  and  long. 


—97— 


Listening  to  the  sounds  with  thoughts  intent. 
Forgetting  time  with  the  day  far  spent. 
Youth  and  child,  seeing  shadows  appear. 
Were  reminded  thus  that  night  was  near. 
Partaking  not  of  food  nor  of  drink 
In  toilsome  work  with  scarce  time  to  think. 
Tired  and  hungry  themselves  they  fed. 
On  the  glowing  sand  they  laid  their  heads 


Sleep  well,  ye  children,  tired  and  weary. 
Perchance  your  waking  hours  made  dreary. 
Your  unknown  future's  brightening  sky 
May  compense  make  in  Fortune's  eye. 
Dream  dreams,  peaceful  as  a  summer's  eve 
Your  souls  in  youthful  hope  unspotted  leave. 
Till  morning  light  disturbing  your  rest 
Bring  blessings  of  all  of  life  that's  best. 


'  Tired  nature's  sweet  restorer  sought, 
And  dreamless  sleep  to  these  children  brought. 
Unsheltered,  without  fear,  they  lay 
Until  the  light  of  another  day. 
But  such  a  day!  enchanting  to  be 
Listening  to  birds'  sweet  melody 
Which,  never  known  in  their  northern  home. 
Is  only  found  by  those  who  roam. 


-98- 


By  day  incessant  they  roamed  to  find 
Some  living  human  being  so  kind- 
Thai  care  and  converse  lone  hearts  rejoice 
In  the  music  of  another  voice. 
New  beauties  on  land  were  daily  seen 
In  blooming  flowers  and  evergreen. 
But  though  expectant  of  human  kind 
These  rays  of  joy  were  darkly  lined. 


They  lived,  as  Crusoe,  to  nature  near, 
Healthful  and  happy,  with  little  fear. 
Subsisting  mostly  on  nature's  food, 
With  spirits  high,  in  a  hopeful  mood. 
Friendly  they  met  the  denizens  wild 
With  treatment  tender,  human  and  mild, 
Till  fear  or  terror  of  them  unshown 
Made  close  the  friendship  before  unknown 


They  built  an  abode  above  the  sea, 
High  up  in  branches  of  rosewood  tree, 
For  better  protection  when  they  slept 
Nightly  for  rest  to  this  nest  they  crept. 
The  birds  fluttered  high  above  their  heads 
And  out  of  each  hand  they  daily  fed, 
Till  the  childish  laugh  so  clear  and  long 
Mingled  blithely  with  the  birds'  sweet  song. 


They  visited  once  the  stranded  wreck 
And  wandered  lonely  upon  its  deck. 
Thinking  sadly  of  the  dreadful  past 
And  faces  of  friends  that  they  saw  last. 
The  memory  of  that  fearful  storm 
Made  their  faithful  hearts  beat  cold  and  warm, 
And  kneeling  down  on  the  lonely  ship 
Returned  thanks  to  God  with  heart  and  lip. 


Sailing  again  to  the  bright  green  shore 
They  carried  with  them  in  part  the  store 
That  was  found  in  the  store-room  at  hand 
Of  things  much  needed  in  this  strange  land. 
They  saw  on  board  a  most  beautiful  prize— 
Their  country's  flag  made  their  spirits  rise- 
On  tallest  tree  this  banner  was  hung 
And  to  the  breezes  its  folds  were  flung. 


Daily  they  ascended  to  that  tree, 
If  perchance  a  vessel  they  might  see 
To  take  them  from  this  enchanting  place 
Again  to  behold  a  friendly  face. 
Not  unhappy  was  their  present  fate, 
Surrounded  by  fields  of  beauty  great, 
If  only  some  friends  they  might  behold 
Their  happiness  then  would  be  untold. 


-100 — 


Grave  bards  may  sing  of  a  hermit  lire 
To  those  unused  to  bustle  and   strife 
But  Crusoe's  world  appeals  to  but  few. 
Those  only  who  this  world  would  eschew. 
Our  self  cries  out  for  kindred  or  friends, 
Enloyment  of  life  their  presence  lends 
And  thoughts  of  eternity  spent  alone 
Elicits  from  us  only  a  groan 


In  memory  of  the  human  race 

Poets  have  sung  and  given  them  place, 

On  history  s  field,  in  lyric's  sound, 

By  music  s  delight  and  words  profound. 

The  sweetest  exchange  of  human  thought 

Makes  clear  to  us  what  the  world  has  wrought. 

And  heart  to  heart  in  sympathy  tied 

AD  living  souls  with  those  who  have  died 


Jn  civilized  paths,  where  prone  to  walk, 
We  at  its  trammels  do  sometimes  mock. 
Not  missing  the  thing  which  we  possess;,. 
Oft  wishing  for  those  which  serve  us  less. 
Restrained  by  our  social  ties  that  bind, 
To  solace  of  human  love  we're  blind. 
And*  stumbling  along  in  life's  highway. 
O'erlooking  what's  good,  we  miss  that  ray 


— 101— • 


To  youth  unthinking,  this  piciure  gave 
Of  glimpse  historic  to  make  him  grave 
For  the  future  welfare  of  his  charge 
Growing  dally  healthier    strong  and  large 
With  loving  nature  she  clung  to  him 
Her  cup  af  |oy  seemed  full  to  the  brim. 
No  thoughts  or  regrets  disturbed  her  mind- 
To  worldly  future  an  infant  blind 


Nature  s  lesson  book  was  open   wide. 
Its  fountain  of  truth  was  at  her  side. 
Picturing  many  and  various  scenes 
In  earth  and  flowers  and  verdure  green. 
But  still  the  youth  industriously  sought 
Her  mind  to  garnish  with  letters  taught. 
Preparing  her  for  a  useful  life 
Of  bookish  lore    for  contention  rife 


Many  books  of  learning  he  possessed. 
Taken  from  depths  of  the  ship  s  sea  chest 
A  labor  of  love  was  his  to  give 
Instruction  therein,  and  how  to  live 
Quick  in  mental  sight  und  human  wit 
This  beautiful  child  to  teach  was  tit 
Eager  to  please  for   instructor  s  sake 
Enabled  her  rapid  progress  to  make 


— 102 — 


Thus  days  passed  fb  months  and  then  to  years. 
No  ship  came  In  sight  to  calm  his  fears. 
And  the  youth's  buoyant  nature  lost  hope 
Letting  him  in  mental  darkness  grope 
'Twas  then  the  sympathy  of  the  child. 
Grown  to  maidenhood,  charming  and  mild. 
Was  shown  In  every  action  and  deed 
And  comforted  with  every  hope  in  his  need 


Her  Innocent  charm  was  unrestrained. 
Each  beauty  of  feature  was  retained. 
The  brown,  healthy  look  of  sun  kissed  face 
Added  piquant  sweetness  to  her  face 
Her  willowy  form,  blithesome  and  free. 
Sporting  in  frolicksome  waves  with  glee. 
Made  a  picture  of  dainty  glr!  health 
Unequaled  in  nature's  matchless  wealth 


The  denizens  of  the  forest  wild 
Many  of  their  leisure  hours  beguiled. 
Disporting  In  pleasure  on  each  day 
Or  adding  life  duties  to  such  play 
So  tame  and  friendly  had  they  become 
That  in  such  presence  they  loved  to  come 
Not  fearing  danger  of  any  known  kind 
Youth's  rustic  home  with  nestlings  was  lined 


—103— 


Another  thought  disturbed  the  youth, 

In  love's  dream  scarce  conscious  of  the  truth. 

By  affection's  gentle  reign  undone 

And  passion's  exacting  rule  begun 

He  fought  incessantly  'gainst  this  feeling. 

Protection  for  the  maid  appealing 

To  manhood's  honor  with  love  supreme. 

With  chaste  remembrance  of  childhood's  dream. 


The  fever  ol  fear  entered  his  mind. 
Heightened  to  terror  by  words  so  kind 
From  the  maid  with  sympathy  unsaid 
To  a  heart  with  misery  so  dread. 
For  days  he  wandered  over  the  land. 
Ignoring  landscape  and  scenes  so  grand, 
That,  barring  a  mind  with  fear  distraught. 
All  others  by  beauty  would  be  caught. 


fear  of  evil  saddened  a  mind, 
Noble  as  truthful  and  always  kind. 
Till  a  feeling  of  doubt  entered  there. 
Distorting  a  soul  loving  and  fair. 
Causing  distress  and  Inward  regret 
That  this  temptation  his  heart  beset, 
Where  only  his  reason  should  control 
And  virtues  of  life  his  voice  extol. 


—104— 


"How  long,"  he  questioned,  "must  this  state  last 
To  efface  the  memories  of  the  past; 
Banish  the  balance  with  right  and  wrong 
Save  shadows  only  of  old  home  song?" 
His  father's  advice  and  mother's  prayer 
Given  in  love  and  affection  rare 
Now  keeping  upright  and  free  from  dross 
The  youth  in  his  strength  to  bear  his  cross. 


Sunshine  and  shadows  of  many  years, 
Passed  in  rotation  with  hope  and  fears 
In  mental  vision  he  ceased  to  roam 
But  saw  again  his  New  England  home. 
He  struggled  bravely  with  his  sad  lot 
But  hope  deferred  maketh  good  or  not 
As  the  yielding  twig  so  forms  the  tree 
In  action  devious  or  straight  and  free. 


Reflection  deep  a  picture  portrayed 
Of  action  to  the  world,  not  afraid 
That  conscience  in  distress  could  recall 
One  single  disgraceful  deed  or  fall. 
Another  thought  intruded  his  mind. 
What  to  do  in  future  with  mankind 
If  perchance  their  escape  could  be  had 
And  their  loyal  hearts  in  joy  made  glad. 


— -105— 


No  provision  for  return  had  been  made 
By  youth  basking  In  sunshine  and  shade. 
And  his  thought  turned  surely  to  the  da> 
When  no  longer  In  this  land  they  stay 
His  meridian  of  life  was  quite  near. 
And.  viewing  his  future  with  much  fear. 
Determined  the  struggle  to  begin 
And  a  place  in  fortune's  ranks  to  win 


He  dived  tn  deep  water  for  the  pearl, 
The  bivalve  lying  deep  In  the  swirl 
Great  success  attending  on  his  luck. 
Paying  well  the  efforts  of  his  pluck 
For  months  o  strenuous  life  he  had 
Encouraging  thoughts  and  hopes  made  glad 
By  living,  buoyant,  youthful  hope 
With  events  successful  life  to  cope 


The  maiden    eager    her  help  him  lent. 
She  saw  his  heart  on  success  was  bent. 
And  day  by  day  her  energy  gave 
To  secure  the  gems  and  help  to  save 
They  toiled  incessantly    morn  till  night. 
Obtaining  many  both  large  and  bright. 
Until  fortune  seemed  not  far  away 
Bringing  nearer  to  them  that  longed-for  day 


— io6— 


This  toll  and  purpose  for  him  was  good, 
Defining  the  ground  on  which  he  stood, 
And  clearing  his  mind  of  visions  sad 
Which  threatened  at  times  to  drive  him  mad. 
He  worked  more  cheerfully,  seeking  wealth* 
With  better  feeling  and  better  health, 
Until  clearer  seemed  his  mental  sight 
And  stronger  became  his  sense  of  right. 


Learning  long  since  their  beautiful  land 
Was  an  island— a  gem  set  in  sand- 
Washed  by  the  waves  of  a  southern  sea 
With  foliage  bright  and  fair  to  see, 
Yet  far  from  commerce's  industrial  road; 
No  white  winged  boats  with  their  precious  load 
Had  been  seen  by  eyes  eager  to  mark 
A  transport  ship  on  which  to  embark. 


Watching  and  working  from  day  to  day, 
No  idle  thoughts  to  darken  life's  way, 
Busy  and  joyous  all  the  day  long, 
Cheering  the  way  with  laughter  and  son£. 
Each  to  the  one  being  all  in  all, 
Neither  willing  the  other  sHould  fall, 
Hoping  against  hope  all  for  the  best, 
Thought  for  the  other  was  love's  sure  test. 


—ID;— 


One  purpose  had  made  them  heart  and  soul, 
Eagerly  anxious  to  reach  that  goal 
Although  their  return  seemed  far  away 
Only  hope's  Illusion  shortened  the  stay 
Dame  Fortune  favors  the  brave   'tis  said. 
Her  votaries  thus  by  them  are  led. 
Ar\d  lucky  youth's  most  fortunate  hold 
A  bright  star  of  hope,  of  an  optimist  bold. 


Hope's  fruition  was  surely  to  be 
By  fortune's  favor  won  from  the  sea. 
With  sparkling  pearls  of  value  so  great 
In  civilized  lands  deciding  fate 
Still  working  to  pass  the  time  away. 
While  destined  thus  in  this  land  to  stay 
They  eagerly  watched  from  morn  till  nl£ht 
And  earnestly  hoped  for  a  ship  in  sight 


The  blessing  of  work  had  wrought  a  change 
Brightened  his  life  and  broadened  the  range 
Till  youth,  recovering  his  moral  pose. 
Above  temptation's  whisperings  rose 
With  loving  friends  and  home  far  awav 
Hope  of  returning  had  not  a  ray 
Yet  buoyant  nature  and  conscience  clear 
Lent  sunshine  and  love  for  his  good  cheer.. 


— io8— 


If  fortune's  favors  be  named  by  wealth. 
And  not  by  virtue,  merit  or  health, 
Or  measured  by  the  standard  of  .gold 
By  him  whose  fortunate  acts  are  bold. 
Then  now,  in  deed  as  well  as  in  name. 
These  stranded  youths  would  be  joined  to 
The  banner  of  fate  its  ifolds  unfurl 
With  stores  of  wealth  in  the  modest  pearl. 


Vast  was  the  number  and  value  great, 
Gathered-'by  the  youth  at  rapid  rate. 
And  proud  was  he  their  fortune  to  make 
If  only  to  cherish  for  her  sake. 
Enough  and  more  had  he  fathered  in 
To  fulfill  the  wants  of  all  his  kin, 
If  good  luck  should  favor  his  return 
And  end  the  oeriod  of  his  sojourn. 


Now  the  desire  to  return  was  strong, 
And  join  the  ranks  of  the  human  throng. 
Exchanging  subjects  with  whom  they  meet. 
Acquiring  wisdom  in  converse  sweet. 
Watching  and  waiting  from  morn  till  night 
By  beacon  fires  until  morning  light, 
Hoping  against  hope  almost  seemed  vain. 
While  the  silver  moon  should  wax  and  wane. 


—lop— 


agaifi  a  ship  was  passing  by. 
Coming  within  vision  of  the  eye; 
Unnoticed,  the  waifs  were  left  to  mourn 
While  the  ship  was  sailing  to  Its  bourne. 
Longer  now  they  sought  and  delved  for  pearls. 
Beauty  to  adorn  in  social  whirl. 
Bravely  they  bore  disappointment  great. 
Till  time  and  fortune  decide  their  fate, 


Dreaming  of  the  future  days  to  come. 

The  blessings  of  happiness— of  home — 

Driving  from  their  youthful  minds  despair 

In  cherished  illusions  bright  and  fair 

Dark  clouds  soon  were  banished  from  their  hearts, 

Cheerfully  together  they  bore  their  parts. 

Seeing  clouds  with  a  silver  lining, 

Passed  not  the  days  in  useless  pining, 


Unbounded  wealth  they  had  by  labor 
Beheld  to  no  man  for  this  favor 
Watching  and  praying  for  some  relief 
Constant  faith,  losing  not  their  belief 
Dally  now  they  wandered  o  er  the  land 
From  mountain  s  high  peak  to  burning  sand, 
Hand  firm  clasped  in  hand  and  heart  to  heart 
Together  they  roamed  not  wishing  to  part 


— no — 


.Many  quaint  and  curious  things  were  seen 
In  wanderings  sweet,  through  leafy  green: 
Rare,  singing  birds  winging  high  their  flight 
With  graceful  motion  and  plumage  bright. 
Corals  of  great  beauty  scattered  round 
Crowning  every  rocky  reef,  were  found, 
Each  selected  and  garnered  with  care 
And  saved  with  others,  brilliant  and  rare. 


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In  earnest  converse,  they  talked  of  home 
As  through  the  land  they  happily  roamed. 
Speaking  of  loved  ones  with  bated  breath 
Whether  in  life  or  peaceful  in'  death. 
And  thus  the  time  wore  slowly  away 
With  sunshine  and  shadow  for  each  day, 
Thankful  at  heart  for  the  other's  life, 
Both  courage  gave  to  continue  the  strife. 


They  talked  of  love,  and  their  future  plans, 
trials  and  hardships  in  other  lands 

by  the  struggling  and  needy  poor, 
Driven  in  poverty  from  friendly  door 
Rejoicing  that,  plenty  waiting  here 
Provided  a  future  without  fear, 
Whenever  the  fates  point  out  a  day 
Homeward  bound,  happy,  they  sail  away. 


— Ill — 


Wild-wood  pets  were  ever  in  their  thoughts. 
With  baby  tricks  which  each  had  been  taught 
To  while  away  many  lonely  days 
in  cunning  antics  and  loving  ways. 
Till  affection's  grip  upon  the  heart 
Too  strong  and  lasting  for  them  to  part, 
Enlivening  their  life  'midst  wlldwood  bowers 
Filled  their  hearts  like  sunshine  and  flowers. 


Some  talking  parrots  beguiled  the  hours, 
Brightening  moments  with  linguist  powers. 
Chattering  and  singing  all  day  long 
With  meaningless  words  and  merry  song. 
Birds  of  the  air  and  beasts  of  the  field 
In  friendly  actions  their  homage  yield. 
Fearing  no  harm,  together  they  came 
Like  one  family  each  loving  the  same. 


They  roamed  as  lovers  through  forest  glade 
Lingering  In  cooling  leafy  shade 
Enjoying  with  rapture  unalloyed 
Love's  sunny  dream  pensively  enjoyed. 
In  blissful  quiet  and  confidence  sure 
Affection's  devotion  so  strong  and  pure. 
Gazing  at  night  at  the  stars  above 
Thinking  of  naught  but  each  other's  Jove. 


— 112 — 


Time's  ceaseless  motion  had  fluttered  near 
When  change  so  longed  for  would  bring  a  tear 
To  eyes  accustomed  to  sylvan  days 
And  hearts  grown  warm  in  these  wlldwood  ways. 
When  parting  from  scenes  lovely  and  grand, 
Their  Crusoe  home  in  a  tropical  land, 
Which  never  again  their  sight  might  greet 
Where  passed  many  days  Joyous  and  sweet. 


Hoping  against  hope  so  dark  and  drear 
Away  from  kindred  with  growing  fear 
Anxious  longing  for  home,  kin  and  friends 
Obscured  the  sorrow  that  parting  lends 
Little  dreamed  they  what  feeling  would  be 
No  more  this  beautiful  land  to  see 
Where  time  serene  and  happy  had  passed 
And  parting  of  ways  must  come  at  last. 


The  sun  rising  clear  with  cloudless  sky 
Disclosed  on  the  main  with  sail  set  high 
A  noble  ship  majestic  In  white 
Riding  the  waves  beautiful  and  bright, 
A  glorious  sight  to  Joyous  youth 
Answering  wishes  and  prayerc  in  truth, 
Raising  fond  hopes  with  quickening  sense 
In  pictures  of  home  and  love  intense. 


No  doubt  now  entered  their  lhankful  hearts 
In  civrtized  lands  bear  their  parts, 
"Hope's  fruition  appeared  with  the  sail 
Sent  by  Providence  could  scarcely  fall— 
To  bring  them  home  to  fireside  and  friends 
Where  home  life  begins,  adventure  ends— 
A  bhessing  to  all,  where  blessing's  due 
Help  to  many,  companions  to  few. 


And  now  as,  the  time  for  parting  came 
To  leave  forever  this  home  in  name, 
They  gazed  from  mountain  to  sea  below 
Clothed  In  rare  beauty  and  sunny  glow, 
With  looks  of  sadness  mingled  with  Joy 
Feeling  some  happiness  with  some  alloy 
At  leaving  this  wildwood  home  to 
With  only  bright  memories  to  grow. 


Up  forest  glade  to  snow-capped  mountains 

From  ocean  broad,  to  sparkling  fountains 

'Midst  blooming  flowers  and  meadows  green 

With  glistening  sands  and  ocean  sheen 

They  had  rowed,  and  roamed,  both  Joyous  and  sad 

With  feelings  oppressed  or  hearts  made  glad 

They  each  reviewed  In  sorrow  at  last 

These  blessings,  that  brightened  as  they  passed. 


—114— 


Again  they  stood  entranced,  on  a  boat, 
A  proud  thing  of  life,  a  ship,  afloat. 
Gazing  shoreward  with  sad,  straining  eyes 
Parting  at  last  with  many  fond  sighs 
They  saw  the  wreck  that  early  stranded 
Though  crushed,— broken,  -them  safely  landed 
All  battered  and  torn  on  jagged  rock 
That  darksome  night  with  Its  fearful  shock 


They  gathered  their  treasures  from  the  shore 
And  brought  them  safe  from  the  hidden  store. 
The  modest  pearl  with  the  coral  gems 
From  ocean  tide  to  deep  marshy  fens 
Beautiful  and  bright  they  came  on  board 
And  safely  were  in  its  strong  box  stored 
Till  wealth  and  plenty  their  hands  possessed 
With  generous  use,  would  make  them  blessed 


Other  voices  charming  their  hearing 
Other  friends  their  brave  ship  was  neanng 
Time  and  tide  thus  waiting  for  no  man 
Shifted  the  scene  and  removed  the  ban 
The  youth's  wishes  and  longing  of  years 
Through  buoyant  hope  and  varying  fears 
Seemed  now  destined  in  the  briefest  space 
To  be  fulfilled  at  his  old  home  place 


—"5— 


This  beautiful*  maid  with  face  so  felr 
With  classical  features  and  sunny  hair 
Whose  ravishing  charms  won  every  heart 
Unconscious,  natural,  bearing  her  part- 
Had  eyes  and  looks  for  none  but  the  youth 
Whose  every  act  bore  Imprint  of  truth 
Till  eyes  seeking  tokens  not  In  vain 
Answered  eyes  with  love  beaming  again. 


Sailing  away  from  the  land  of  bloom 

With  ship's  prow  pointed  towards  their  home 

Traversing  waters  unknown  before 

They  sighted  their  old  New  England  shore. 

Deep  feelings  thrilled  at  sight  of  the  land 

So  rugged,  so  beautiful  and  grand 

Hearts  swelling  with  |oy  without  measure 

Viewed  scenes  with  overflowing  pleasure. 


Sing,  O  muse!  rejoice  that  day  is  here 

With  hearts  united  and  nought  to  fear, 

Hope  dawning  clear  In  the  morning  light, 

Faith  shining  forth  from  darkness  of  night 

Hath  brought  the  happy  reward  desired 

By  truth  and  loving  faith  Inspired 

Till  clear  through  mountain  and  woodland  dells. 

Joyfully  sound  the  merry  wedding  bells. 


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The  swish  and  swirl  of  petticoats 

Is  heard  on  every  side, 
In  laughing  chorus  they  are  here 

At  spring  and  summer  tide— 
Our  Girls. 

With  sparkling  eyes  and  lightsome  step 
And  merry  voices  sounding 

Through  room  and  hall  in  mirthful  glee 
Their  dancing  feet  are  bounding  — 
Our  Girls. 


Oh,  time  and  tide  stay  now  your  hand 
And  leave  our  present  thus 

That  we  may  keep  in  youthful  hope 
These  beings  dear  to  us — 

Our  Girls. 


Sweet  as  nectar  have  I  tasted 
Of  thy  fruit  fit  for  the  £ods. 


—117— 


Sunshine 


The  joy,  the  light,  the  soul  of  all. 

The  very  essence  of  our  seeing. 
The  glorious  rays  which  on  us  fall 

Infuse  new  lite,  renew  our  being. 


The  birds  awake  at  its  caress 

And  warble  forth  their  songs  above. 

In  tuneful  cadence  thus  to  bless 

Its  cheering,  warmth  and  touch  of  love. 


All  nature  brightens  by  its  light, 
The  dewdrops  sparkle  at  its. touch, 

Enhancing  beauty  In  our  sight 
Of  all  we  see  and  love  so  much. 


Its  brightness  dbeers  us  on  our  way, 
And  ad<ts  Its  blessing  to  our  life, 

Bids  us  be  foyful  while  we  may, 

And  cheerful  In  this  world  of  strife. 


JDl 


TCuck?  3im 


Old  Jim  was  born  in  early  life 
And  &rew  up  quick,  and  took  a  wife, 
His  luck  was  with  him  all  the  way. 
His  mother-in-law  died  that  very  day— 

'Lucky!  Well,  I  should  smile! 


Well,  I  should  smile  ;  'twixt  you  and  me 
The  luckiest  cuss  I  ever  see; 
No  do££on  bloke  in  all  the.camp 
'To  his  old  blouse  could  hold  a  lamp- 
Lucky!  Well,  I  should  smile! 


Lucky!  well,  that's  the  word,  you  bet; 
If  ever  luck  hell-bent  was  set 
'Twas  towards  "His  Nibs,"  on  any  old  day, 
In  every  game,  In  any  old  play- 
Lucky!  Well,  I  should  smile! 


There  never  was  \a  dog  ff£ht  'round 
That  Lucky  Jim  wasn't  on  the  ground, 
And  bet  his  last  cent  on  the  fi£ht, 
And  won  his  bet  with  half  a  bite — 

Lucky!  Well,  I  should  smile! 


The  poker  chips  all  fell  his  way, 
To  hold  four  kings  did  nary  pay. 
He'd  have  four  aces  up  his  sleeve 
And  shave  you  clean  afore  he'd  leave- 
Lucky!  Well,  I  should  smile! 


Talk  about  oil  kin£s,  and  &et-rich-quicks., 
And  all  the  wprld  of  lucky  sticks, 
He  kept  the  inside  track  of  all, 
For  luck  with  "mon"  he  had  the  call- 
Lucky!  Well,  I  should  smile! 


Blown  from  a  rock,  he  struck  pay  dirt 
That  panned  out  £old  from  every  hurt, 
And  posed  from  Ihen  as  a  man  pf  parts, 
With  name  well  known  in  all  the  marts— 

•      Lucky!  Well,  I  should  smile! 


—120— 


Scatter  tl)*  "Jlowcrs 

Under  the  sod  we  lay  our  dead, 
Scatter  the  flowers  upon  his  bed 
Lest  we  forget  for  what  he  fought 
And  the  lesson  to  us  was  taught — 
Scatter  the  flowers. 


1     9 


For  the  flag  he  suffered  and  died. 
In  battle  grim  his  soul  was  tried, 
Quickly  he  went  at  honor's  call' 
Bravely  he  fought  only  to  faU— 

Scatter  the  flowers. 


I     / 


The  bugle  call  he'll  hear  no  more, 
For  him  the  struggle 'of  life  Is  o'er 
Beneajh,  the  green  peaceful  he  sleeps, 
Heaven's  refuge  the  reward  he  reaps— 
Scatter  the  flowers. 


On  thy  fair  bosom,  crystal  lake, 
Reflects  the  forest  and  the  wild. 

Thy  silver  surface  mirrors  make 

For  deers'  sad  eyes  so  clear  and  mild. 


121 — 


"Island 


Rising  from  a  mirrowed  surface 
A  tiny  gem  uplifts  its  crest, 

To  the  earth  not  e'en  a  preface 

In  its  compare  could  be  so  blessed 

At  evening  tide  the  glancing  rays 
In  shadows  deep  enfold  its  crest. 

Painting  in  crimson  colored  glaze 

The  waters  smooth  in  which  it  res*. 

The  twinkling  stars  are  laughing  there 
In  beauteous  garb  transcendent, 

"Like  diamonds  set  on  bosom  fair 

They  shine  with  a  light  resplendent 


And  glorious  In  the  morning  light 
Viewed  from  this  Island  fair  to 

The  golden  globe  that  shines  so  brlfch* 
Is  pictured  from  this  inland  seeu 


— 122 — 


Some 


Some  day,  when  life's  bright  youth  has  passed 
And  lengthening  days  their  shadows  cast— 
Our  sun  less  bright,  our  sky  less  blue, 
And  friends  we  make  seem  far  less  true, 
We  then  recall  the  missing  heart 
And  mourn  the  hour  we  thus  did  part- 

Some  Day. 

Youth's  thoughtless  days  pass  in  review 
And  brin&  a  blush  to  the  cheek  anew 
For  words  repeat  or  thoughts  unsaid 
Whose  import  touched  the  heart  that  bled 
And  left  an  imprint  on  the  mind 
Recalled  as  cruel  and  unkind— 


A  mother's  smile  illumed  our  way 
Her  love  so  sure  made  bright  the  day 
Which  min$lin&  with  each  passing  thought 
A  gladness  to  each  hour  was  brought 
To  sweeten  life  and  lighten  care 
to  us  brightness  rare- 

Some  Day 


—123- 


We  cherish  most  in  word  and  thought 
Affection's  care  and  precepts  taught 
When  life's  meridian  has  been  passed 
And  duty's  beacon  shines  at  last 
To  show  us  self  and  error's  way, 
Correct  our  life,  improve  our  stay- 
Some  Day. 


Some  day  we'll  see  through  gates  ajar, 
The  radiant  light  that  shines  afar 
A  guidin$  star  that  led  us  there 
Revealing  then  the  golden  stair 
On  which  we  set  our  weary  feet 
To  reach  with  Joy  those  realms  so  sweet- 
Some  Day. 


—124— 


ttp  Olb  Tarm 


Daddy,  I  'low  we'll  keep  the  place— 

We've  camped  here,  you  and  me. 
Upon  this  tater  patch  of  ourn — 

Let's  stay  here  where  we  be. 
You  'lowed  I'd  likely  sell  it,  onct, 

To  Huntin£ton  or  Munn, 
And  take  the  dou£h  that  we  have  saved 

And  have  some  to£s  and  fun ; 
To. 60. to  live  in  An&elus 

And  £rub  on  oyster  stew, 
To  have  an  auto,  £rand,  you  bet. 

And  spin  the  country  through. 
I'm  'feared  our  heads  will  £o  to  swell  \ 

As  fast  as  autos  $o, 
'Pears  like  it  doesn't  come  to  me 

We  ou£ht  ter  sell  her  so. 
I  love  the  two-horned  critter  &reat, 

The  chickens  in  the  yard, 
The  ducks,  and  £eese,  and  hens  about. 

And  pi£s  that  squeal  so  hard. 


The  bright  yellow  sunflowers— round 

That  blossom  by  the  road 
To  shelter  In  their  shade  so  cool 

The  lizard,  snake  and  toad. 
1  'low  'tis  broad  as  it  is  short 

This  chicken  coop  and  farm. 
Twill  hold  us  tight  together  Pa 

And  oughten  of  all  harm. 
Our  childers  we  have  raised  out  Here, 

Theyrve  Crowed  and  gone  away 
'Cept  one  wee  babe  we  laid  to  rest— 

With  her  we're  bound  to  stay. 
'Pears  like  we  cannot  leave  that  spot 

Just  over  by  the  wood, 
With  posies  growing  on  the  mound 

Near  where  the  chestnut  stood. 
I  reckon  we'll  not  sell  the  farm. 

Our  home  and  old  cow's  moo. 
But  comb  the  hayseed  outn  our  hair 

And  keep  the  old  place  through. 


—126- 


Think  not  thy  soul  In  &loom  Is  lost 

Whose  life  is  dimmed  by  earth's  dark  clay 

5oul-stren£th,  to  heal  the  fever  tossed, 
Is  &lven  those  who  will  obey. 


Christ  healed  the  sick  in  days  £one  by, 
His  power  made  the  blind  to  see. 

From  mind  to  mind  the  sacred  tie 

Cleansed  them  from  sin  and  set  tfiem  free. 

Why  think  of  earth  when  heaven's  near, 

Transcendent  in  its  holy  calm 
To  raise,  aloft  without  one  fear 

Our  hearts,  to  feel  its  healing  balm  ? 


—127— 


Why  lend  our  thoughts  to  darkening, shade, 
Obscure  our  paths  with  tear  and  si£h, 

When  upward  looking,  we  are  bade 
To  seek  our  wisdom  from  on  hi&h? 


Should  not  our  mind  in  warm  desire, 
Reflect  its  power  on  this  frame, 

Till  earth  and  heaven  us  Inspire 

To  cure  the  sick,  and  heal  the  lame? 


What  so  beauteous  as  the  li£ht 

That  brightens  darkness  into  day, 
Bringing  happiness  to  the  si&ht 

Of  those  whom  death  hath  marked  for  prey  ? 


Hope's  fruition  to  us  is  &iven 

To  banish  doubt  and  lingering  pain, 

Curtains  of  despair  are  riven 

In  health,  like  sunshine  after  rain. 


128— 


Our  <&overnor 


Behold  the  man  armed  for  the  fi£ht, 
Stand  forth  arrayed  in  armor  bri&ht; 
No  blemish  stains  his  coat  of  mail ; 
To  conquer  as  our  chief  we  hail— 

Our  Governor. 


"Stand  for  the  ri£ht!"  his  motto  reads; 
All  else  Is  naught  where'er  he  leads; 
To  do  or  die  for  truth  or  li£ht 
His  voice  is  raised,  his  word  is  mi&ht— 
Our  Governor. 


bulwarks  &rand  thv  nenks  have  stood 


One  streak  of  yellow  and  of  white. 
A  flashing  pet  quick  out  of  sight. 
Now  here,  now  there,  now  everywhere 
He  comes  and  goes  and  fills  with  care— 
Our  Ping  Pong 


Our  neighbor's  cat  he  trees  alive 
And  minds  us  not  though  much  we  strive 
To  teach  him  else,  and  mend  his  ways, 
Change  his  habits,  prolong  His  days— 
Our  Ping  Pong. 

He  takes  a  nip  through  trousers  tight, 

Grocer  and  Ice  men  get  a  bite. 

He  is  impartial  in  his  likes, 

He  takes  a  nip  and  then  he  hikes— 

Our  Ping  Pong. 


Our  little  Fox  he  loves  us  well, 
He  goes  not,  comes  not,  at  our  yell, 
But  pleading  eyes,  mild  as  a  dove. 
Compel  forgiveness  and  our  love— 
Our  Ping  Pong. 


—130— 


Our  3lt?stic  TCife 


It  is  when  In  deep  dejection 

That  our  thoughts  In  sad  reflection 

Backwards  glance  with  sorrow  blending 

At  the  turning  of  the  way — 

When  we,  thorny  paths  are  learning 

And  for  absent  ones  are  yearning 

As  life's  storm  clouds  early  father 

Over  those  so  light  and  gay— 

It  is  then  with  swift  volition 

Goaded  on  by  our  ambition 

In  the  way  our  feet  have  chosen 

We  accept  our  weal  or  woe. 


And  we  seek  surcease  ot  sorrow 
In  bright  dreams  of  our  tomorrow 
As  that  many  tinted  prism 
Lines  our  path  with  fragrant  flowers 
When  this  semblance  us  beguiling 
Raises  hopes  and  fosters  smiling 
As  the  phantoms  quickly  conjured 
In  this  busy  brain  of  ours — 
Then  we  cease  our  constant  roaming 
And  reflect  in  evening  gloaming 
On  the  mystic  way  of  living 
Un revealed  to  human  sight. 


Entering  life  without  our  choosing 
Every  solace  each  refusing 
For  the  darkness  thus  surrounding 
Marks  our  helpless  infancy — 
Striving,  struggling,  for  our  being 
Life  enduring  without  seeing 
Only  hoping,  working,  praying 
For  a  lamp  to  light  our  way — 
Many  on  this  highway  turning 
Student  oil  at  midnight  burning 
Puzzling  over  life's  unfolding 
In  the  solving  of  the  task. 


Darkening  clouds  are  slowly  drifting, 
Scenes  of  life  are  daily  shifting 
What  is  mortal  ever  moving 
Moving  constant,  without  rest?— 
Doubtful  still  and  still  uncertain 
Powerless  yet  to  raise  the  curtain, 
Plodding  on  and  on  forever 
Knowing  not  what  would  be  best — 
Still  are  hoping,  still  pursuing 
Daily  fight  and  faith  renewing 
Till  the  storm  clouds  at  last  breaking. 
Through  the  rift  behold  the  sun. 


As  a  token  steady  shining 
Storm  clouds  have  a  silver  lining 
Unperceived  by  human  seeing 
It  shines  bright  the  other  side — 
Hope  eternal  never  dying 
Cease  our  sadness,  cease  our  sighing 
As  the  rift  thus  opens  wider 
And  reveals  the  spirit  guide- 
Ever  pointing,  ever  beckoning 
As  our  mortals  lose  our  reckoning 
In  the  darkness  that  surrounds  them 
Pointing  to  the  star  above. 


—132— 


Why  in  nature  should  we  cherish 
What  in  human  life  must  perish, 
Filling  all  our  thoughts  with  sorrow 
Till  the  £reat  doom  of  tomorrow- 
Why? 


Why  ambition's  ceaseless  stru££le, 
Why  with  life  forever  ju££le, 
Scheming,  working,  with  thoughts  intense,. 
When  so  soon  we  must  £o  hence — 
Why? 

Why  must  youth  and  strength  be  squandered 
Waiting  future  pleasures  pondered, 
Till,  ihe  joys  of  life  have  vanished 
And  &ray  hairs  our  heads  have  garnished — 
Why? 


Why  should  we  mourn  the  fleeting  days 
Or  sadly  on  their  twili&ht  §aze 
When  life  at  most  is  but  a  span, 
Its  measure  taken  as  be&an — 
Why? 


Lone  sentinel  of  the  plains 

Majestic  and  grand 

Beacon  of  faith  and  of  hope 

In  every  land. 


—133— 


'Thy  ma&ic  touch  sweet  sounds  evolve 
Drawn  from  a  mystic  unknown  sprite 

Where  ether  souls  inspire  resolve 
In  beings  born  from  mystic  li&ht. 


Sweet  music  sounds  thy  tuneful  worth, 
With  dulcet  tones  it  swells  thy  voice, 

In  perfect  accord  from  thy  birth 

It  dwells  with  thee  its  loving  choice. 

Twice  blest  art  thou  with  such  a  Iriend 
True,  always  true,  from  birth  to  death 

Its  blessings  brighten  to  the  end— 

Thy  comfort,  with  thy  fleeting  breath. 


It  wafts  the  spirit  on  its  way, 

In  life  or  death  it  dries  our  tears, 

Sweet  cadence  cheers  in  tuneful  lay 
Our  earliest  breath,  our  latest  years. 


—134— 


Single  Star 


The  shade  of  night  in  sombre  hue 

O'erspread  the  Earth  In  mantle  dark,. 

Till  evening  light  its  curtains  drew 

And  hushed  the  song  of  meadowlark. 


The  sky  o'ercast  with  darkening  clouds 
Made  deepest  night  intense  in  gloom, 

'Till  Nature  in  this  mourning  garb 
Presented  Life  a  living  tomb. 


A  stranger  traveling  on  his  way, 
O'ertaken  by  this  dreary  night, 

Footsore  and  sad,  with  heavy  step 
Was  plodding,  weary,  without  light. 

Dark  thoughts  and  bad  his  mind  entombed- 
Fit  emblem  of  the  night  o'erhead— 

But  deeper  was  its  shade  of  gloom. 

And  darker  were  his  hopes,  near  dead. 


He  groped  and  stumbled  on  his  way, 
Heedless,  heartsick,  and  in  despair, 

Till  life's  dread  burdens  seemed  too  hard 
For  his  sad  soul,  so  weak,  <o  bear. 


—135— 


He  stood  on  the  banks  of  river  dark 

With  thoughts  most  deadly  and  unkin<± 

Its  sombre  depths  reflecting  naught 
But  peace  inviting  for  the  mind. 

How  long,  oh  Saviour,  must  this  last? 

Came  from  his  lips'  despairing  cry 
As  upward  turned  his  face  to  heaven 

And  sought  its  guidance  from  on  high. 


Out  from  a  rift  of  blackened  clouds 
Shone  forth  a  beacon  from  afar 

And  pierced  the  gloom  with  radiance  bright, 
It  was  the  gleam  of  a  single  star. 


This  single  star  shone  in  his  soul 

Illumed  a  mind  that  ceased  to  roam, 

Renewed  his  faith,  his  love,  his  joy, 

Turning  his  quickened  steps  toward  home. 


It  filled  his  heart  with  hope  divine, 
It  shone  in  answer  to  his  prayer, 

From  deep  despond  this  single  star 
Freed  his  dark  soul  from  sordid  care. 


-136- 


't  3fnow, 


't  (Tare 


If  at  times  you  kriow  not  what  to  do, 
And  burdens  and  cares  obstruct  your  view, 
Don't  fret,  but  find  a  shady  grotto, 
And  choose  yourself  this  easy  motto— 

Don't  know,  don't  care. 


When,  in  course  of  events,  you  see, 
In  spite  of  your  plans,  you're  up  a  tree, 
And  your  friends  ask  about  your  hoodoo. 
Your  answer  £ive,  like  a  stoic  5ioux— 

Don't  know,  don't  care. 


If  asked  by  some  scholar,  sa£e,  or  bard. 
To  perform  what  to  you  seems  too  hard, 
Don't  storm,  or  swear,  or  donate  a  lie. 
But  render  them  your  qaick  reply — 

Don't  know,  don't  care. 


—137— 


If  things  at  times  look  black  as  a  pall, 
And  you  lose  some  sawdust  from  your  doll, 
Don't  weep  or  wail  till  you  get  damp  feet, 
But  all  your  friends"  with  this  motto  greet— 

Don't  know,  don't  care. 


If  down  on  your  luck,  and  things  look  black, 
And  your  very  best  girl  gives  you  the  "sack, 
Don't  rave,  or  sulk,  or  think  things  bad, 
But  sweetly  say  as  though  you  were  glad-— 
Don't  know,  don't  care. 


If  you  would  find  the  philosopher's  stone, 
And  through  this-  world  would  go  it  alone, 
Just  make  no  moan,  nor  tell  your  woes, 
But  "spiel"  to  those  who  step  on  your  toes- 
Don't  know,  don't  care. 


-138- 


And  now  we  say  a  long  farewell 
To  time  and  to  a  mortal  few 

Who  have  not  heard  the  tolling  bell 
Nor  cau&ht  a  glimpse  of  life  anew- 
Farewell. 

Farewell  to  scenes  of  childhood  days 
5o  fresh  In  youth  and  health  and  Joy, 

The  highest  hopes,  the  brightest  rays, 
Their  imprint  left  without  alloy- 
Farewell. 


Farewell  ambition's  harder  road 
In  mature  life  we  followed  thee 

Till  heavy  £rew  the  weary  load, 
In  value  it  has  ceased  to  be— 
Farewell. 


And  now  we  bid  a  last  farewell 

To  mourning  friends  and  earthly  strife, 

Time's  clock  has  struck  our  parting  knell 
That  sounds  for  us  another  life- 
Farewell. 


In  the  garden  of  the  £ods" 

Thou  art  supreme 


— T39— 


Out  Without  a  (Bun 


Isn't  it  strange  what  you  can  see 
When  hunting  around*  for  fun. 

On  the  earth  or  up  a  tree, 

When  you're  out  without  a  gun? 


The  dude  struts  upon  the  street 
And  he  thinks  he  weighs  a  ton, 

With  his  stare  you'r  bound  to  meet 
When  you're  out  without  a  gun. 


Mashers  try  to  catch  the  eye 
Of  each  dimpled  maid  or  nun 

As  you  pass  them  with  a  sigh 
That  you're  out  without  a  gun. 


The  funny  man,  too,  is  out 
Ready  to  Inflict  his  pun 

Upon  every  one  about 

When  you're  out  without  a  gun. 


The  small  bore  gets  your  ear 
And  informs  you  he's  undone, 

Tells  his  troubles  with  a  tear 

When  you're  out  without  a  gun. 


Carry  it  sure  every  day 

If  you're  hunting  on  the  run, 

Folks  are  getting  much  too  gay 
When  you're  out  without  a  gun. 


— 140 — 


Don't  think  you  are  the  only  thing 
With  price  so  high  that  you  must  bring 
Until  your  measure  you  have  had 
Outside  the  influence  of  your  dad- 
Don' t. 


Don't  swell  around  with  clothes  so  new 
And  really  think  you  are  a  few 
Till  someone  steps  upon  your  corn 
And  makes  you  wish  you  were  not  born 

Don't. 


Don't  storm  and  scold  when  things  go  wrong 
Or  sing  all  day  a  doleful  song 
Till  life  a  burden  you  can  make 
And  all  your  friendship  thus  you  break- 

Oon't. 


Don't  talk  and  talk  and  talk  some  more 
Till  every  living  thing  you  bore 
To  hear  no  thing  but  your  own  voice 
And  give  your  friends  no  other  choice— 

Don't. 


Our  beaufiful  mountain  home, 
Midst  its  forests  and  clifts  we  roam, 
Resting  in  its  shady  nooks 
Or  wandering  by  its  dashing  brooks. 


—141— 


Our  Hack 

Old  sturdy,  stubborn,  honest  JacK, 
Whose  pedigree  dates  from  'way  back, 
A  Pu£  who  came  to  us  one  day, 
Liked  us  so  well  he  was  bound  to  stay. 


And  stay  he  did,  and  here  he  is, 
Attending  strictly  to  his  biz, 
To  'sleep  and  eat,  and  sleep  a£ain, 
Through  sunshine,  heat,  in  cold  and  rain. 


He  wants  his  way,  and  wants  it  bad, 
Won't  bud£e  an  inch  if  he  is  mad. 
But  never  misses  "three  square  meals, 
And  to  the  cook  for  more  appeals. 


Enjoy  this  life,  our  poor  old  Jack! 
Eat  heartily— let  nothing  lack— 
For  Mother  Earth  will  be  your  bed, 
And  you  will  be  a  lon&  time  dead. 


— 142- 


On  Time's  fleeting  magic  wings 
Swiftly  are  we  borne  along. 

To  the  end  It  nearer  brings 

Till  we  join  the  greater  throng. 


Youth's  high  hopes  and  higher  aims 
Brook  no  waiting  or  delay. 

All  the  present  seems  so  tame 
But  the  future  bright  and  gay. 


Onward,  forward  to  the  end, 

Youth  makes  joy  and  life  so  bright 

Speeding  feet  our  fancy  lends, 
Brighter  grows  the  future  light. 


Chasing  fast  the  will-o'-wisp 
By  ambitions  fevered  fight. 

From  the  time  of  baby  lisp 
Till  our  hair  is  snowy  white. 


Retrospection  we  have  none 
Till  th^  end  is  brought  too  near 

Turning  then,  one  star  alone 
Bids  us  onward  without  fear. 


.Screened  from  our  view 

the  sad  eyed  doe 

Stood  in  hiding  from 
fancied  foe. 


—143— 


Mtofycr's    Cove 


A  mother's  love  so  deep,  so  pure, 
In  every  home  it  shines  so  bright, 

Nothing  on  earth  one  half  so  sure, 
Affection's  guide  to  virtue's  might. 


In  times  ot  stress  it  never  fails, 

In  arms  secure  through  infant  days. 

To  sympathy  that  boyhood  hails 

In  mother's  love  and  mother's  gaze. 


Her  loving  life  a  blessing  brings, 

Though  many  years  she's  passed  and  gone 
Bright  halo  'round  her  memory  clings— 

An  /echo  of  her  cheery  song. 


—  144— 


Kind  friends  and  neighbors,  one  and  all, 

Wherever  you  may  be, 
Extend  we  you  our  friendly  call, 

Our  lives  that  you  may  see. 


Warnings  from  you  are  somewhat  late 

In  our  earthly  venture 
Together  we  accept  our  fate, 

Please  us  do  not  censure. 


Your  &ood  will  do  we  much  desire 

On  life's  uncertain  road, 
Your  thoughts  we  very  much  admire 

To  help  us  bear  our  load. 


—145— 


With  snares  and  traps  our  way  is  strewn 
On  which  we  think  there's  more, 

We've  learned  from  our  kind  friends  the  tune 
In  modern  old  folks'  lore. 


Look  then  on  us  with  kindly  eyes, 
Weigh  us  not  harsh  measure, 

We'll  sing  to  you  in  mournful  sighs 
Thoughts  that  may  give  pleasure. 


Thanks  for  your  book  with  thoughts  replete 

Of  things  we  had  not  known, 
Between  its  covers  thoughts  complete 

You  tell  us  what  we've  sown. 


-146- 


Home  is  where  affection  lies, 

On  any  land  or  sea. 
It  is  where  the  heart  string  ties. 

No  matter  where  it  be. 


Love  in  hovel  makes  our  home 
When  heart  is  warm  and  true 

It  is  anywhere  we  roam 
Or  dwell  with  loving  few. 


Not  riches  nor  palace  grand 
Can  take  affection's  part, 

It  rules  the  brave  in  every  land 
When  home  is  in  the  heart. 


The  humble  loving  roof  tree 
Is  home  in  every  place 

The  heart  beats  loyal  and  free 
Throughout  eternal  space. 


Neath  the  wide  spreading  vine 
Where  the  tropic  flowers  bloom 

The  tendril  blossoms  twine 
O'er  this  devoted  home. 

The  romance  of  a  life 

Was  written  neath  its  shade, 
Recording  work  and  strife, 

In  this  beauty-bowered  £lade. 


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—147— 


After  life's  fever  of  physical  unrest," 
Parting  from  living  friends,  loving  and  best, 
After  earth's  sunlight  has  faded  from  our  eye£ 
And  we've  severed  forever  all  earthly  ties, 

Shall  we  meet  again  ? 

Is  the  upward  struggle  that  we  have  bravely  made 
Through  sorrow  and  disaster  in  every  grade, 
From  bright,  hopeful  youth  to  the  confines  of  age. 
That  happens  to  all,  the  pauper,  bard  or  sage 
To  end  in  despair? 

Can  we  not  be  sure  when  this  life  is  ended 
That  our  living  soul  in  future  .is  blended 
With  a  bright  joyous  life  to  live  forever, 
Through  eternity's  unending  endeavor, 
Is  open  to  us? 


Let  the  craving  of  the  heart  in  its  desire. 
Give  the  answer  supreme  to  that  we  aspire 
And  the  sweetness  of  life  remain  with  us  all, 
Till  the  trumpet  of  Gabriel  sounds  its  last  call, 
We  shall  meet  again. 


— 148— 


TDrops 


One  summer's  day  on  June's  bright  morn, 
Beneath  the  clouds  on  mountain  crest, 

A  tiny  rivulet  was  born 

And  started  seaward  with  a  zest. 

It  gathered  strength  from  every  side 
As  it  rofled  on  toward  ocean  grand, 

Till  puny  brooklet  was  a  tide 

That  rushed  In  torrent  o'er  the  land. 

A  dew  drop  rode  upon  its  breast, 
Dropped  from  the  petal  of  a  flower, 

With  sparkling  rain  drop  as  a  guest 
In  friendly  converse  In  the  shower 

Two  tear  drops,  glistening,  from  above 

Together  fell  in  waters'  sweep. 
One  sighed  for  unrequited  love 

As  both  went  sailing  towards  the  deep. 

Quoth  one,  "whence  art  thou,  why  that  sigh, 
What  trouble  flee'st  thou  so  fast  ? " 

"  I'm  a  tear  drop  from  woman's  eye 
Once  shed  for  lover  false— alas." 

"For  this  grieve  not,  nor  for  her  sigh 
That  basely  from  her  he  tarried, 

For  I'm  a  tear  drop  from  the  eye 
Of  the  woman  that  he  married.** 


Through  meadow  and  vale 
This  limpid  streamlet  £oes 

By  hillside  and  dale 

Its  sparkling  water  flows. 


—149 


O16 

Solemn  and  stately  thy  massive 

structure  stands 
Like  a  lone  sentinel  £uardin£ 

surrounding  lands, 
Venerable  in  years,  thy  solemn 

requiem  tolls, 
We  praise  thee  for  what  thou  art 

to  famished  souls. 


Beneath  thy  shadow  a&es  have 

come  and  £one, 
Brin£in&  to  thy  altars  a  worshipping 

throng 
To  kneel,  to  praise  and  pray, 

and  then  to  perish 
Leaving  but  a  memory,  friends 

to  cherish. 


—150— 


TKnow 


One  problem  in  life,  the  hardest  to  solve, 
And  struggle  severe  this  task  to  evolve, 
By  efforts  supreme  that  we  must  not  shirk, 
Through  study  iricessant  and  sturdy  work— 
Thyself  to  know. 

Our  acquaintance  with  great  men  may  be  small, 
With  those  in  high  places  just  none  at  all, 
Yet  wisdom  that  counts  in  this  "vale,"  forsooth, 
Is  knowledge  obtained  by  the  way  of  truth— 
Thyself  to  know. 

You  may  study  events  from  morning  till  night, 
Absorb  all  the  wisdom  there  is  in  sight, 
But  always  be  sure  there  is  one  thing  to  do, 
Make  knowledge  complete  thy  task  through  and 
through— 

..  Thyself  to  know. 

All  other  knowledge,  though  useful,  'tis  true, 
May  assist  you  to  pass  life's  journey  through, 
Yet  no  one  thing  can  for  a  moment  compare 
In  wisdom  acquired,  with  quality  so  rare 
Thyself  to  know. 


Filled  with  gold  thy  bosom  expands 
To  sate  the  greed  of  our  demands. 


— IS*— 


Behold  the  rising  sun  of  youth, 

Disdainful  of  maturer  a£e, 
Careless  of  knowledge,  fact  or  truth, 

And  greater  than  wise  bard  or  sa£e. 

He  liveth  once,  and  only  once, 
In  a£e  self-confident  and  bold, 

From  brilliant  youth  to  stupid  dunce 
He's  seldom  left  out  in  the  cold. 

Could  nature  better  them  endow  • 
The  power  to  conquer  each  his  fate 

Than  plant  within  their  bosom  now 

This  buoyant  mood,  this  hopeful  state. 

For&lve,  then,  arrant  self-conceit, 

Or  cover  fault  with  charity's  cloak. 

When  only  nature's  laws  repeat 

Youth's  weapon  for  successful  stroke. 


—152— 


In  each  of  our  lives,  the  ebb  and  flow 
Comes  to  us  here, 

Sometimes  a  caress,  sometimes  a  blow- 
Each  brings  a  tear. 

The  tide  is  moving,  it  will  not  wajt 
On  our  delay, 

The  tick  of  a  clock  decides  our  fate- 
It  brooks  no  stay. 

Our  youthful  hope  the  yuletide  of  life 

Is  with  us  then, 
It  passes  us  by  in  worldly  strife— 

We  know  not  when. 

We  still  hear  a  rustling  win£  ahead, 

It  leads  us  on; 
So  others  will  by  its  token  be  led 

When  we  are  £one. 

May  youth  and  hope  lon£  with  you  remain 

And  Yule  abide, 
Its  sunshine  and  joy  be  your  refrain 

A  Christmas  tide. 


These  snow  capped  peaks 

That  pierce  the  sky 
Are  sturdy  guards 

On    mountain*;    hi6h 


—153— 


Somewhere 


Somewhere   or  other,  perhaps  beyond  present  hu 
man  sight, 
Or  hidden  from  our  view,  unsought,  through  mental 

stress  unknown- 
Obscure,  almost  forgotten  by  us,  a  lingering  light  — 
Burns  silently,  like  a  twinkling  star  over  tropic  zone, 

Our  beacon  light. 


Somewhere,  perhaps  above  the  storm  clouds  under 

the  shining  Sun, 
Or  buried  beneath  earth's  cooling  crest  in  fruition 

state, 

May  opportunity  meet  us  then  in  efforts  begun, 
To  reach*  our'  de'stiny   yet   unseen,   tempting   now 

our  fate- 
In  mortal  sight. 


Somewhere,  sometime,  seeing  from  afar  In  wonder 

knowing, 
We  have  reached  the  parting  of  the  ways   in  life's 

short  story— 
Where,  meeting  face  to  face,  rejoicing  with  heart  still 

glowing, 

Our  destiny  opens  to  our  sight,  a  scene  of  glory 

Is  here  at  last. 


—154— 


Could  we  with  psychic  gift  bestowed 

Divine  Inspection  make, 
Unveiling  curtained  heavens  around 

Celestial  view  to  take- 
On  backward  turning,  ages  eon 

Eternity's  cycle  see 
Where  pictured  in  heaven's  starry  light 

Past,  present  and  future  be — 

There,  listening,  hear  with  bated  breath 
The  music  of  the  spheres. 

Till  harmony  of  sight  and  sound 
Dispel  our  earthly  fears. 

Then  visions  dimmed  by  human  touch 

Translucent  ether  seem 
And  hidden  mysteries  of  darksome 

Path  in  brightness  beam. 


—155— 


Till  life  eternal  for  the  soul 

In  presence  manifest, 
hs  £uidin£  star  our  way  illumes 

And  turns  us  to  the  best. 

What  then  behold  with  visions  clear 

That  we  In  darkness  sought; 
What  mystic  tangle  there  unveiled 

Through  knowledge  here  untaught? 

From  doubting  souls,  midst  earthly  scenes* 

To  worlds  of  dazzling  ll£ht, 
While  myriad  bright  refulgent  rays 

Flash  splendor  on  our  si£ht. 

Could  we  but  know  what  then  would  show 

Our  heritage  from  birth, 
We'd  sln&  In  rapturous  melody 

Sweet  son&s  of  joy  and  mirth. 


-156- 


In  the  twilight  when  the  sombre  shadows 

Lengthen  neatly  the  trees 
And  the  ever  flitting  fireflies  glimmer 

Through  the  trembling  leaves— 
When  the  feathered  songsters,  nesting,  twitter 

Soft  their  good  night  trill, 
And  the  denizens  of  nature  each 

Prepare  a  rest  tranquil 

I  have  lingered  In  the  twilight. 

Thinking  sadly  of  the  past, 
And  recalled  in  musing  memory 

Faces  thronging  thick  and  fast, 
As  I  pondered  scenes  of  childhood 

Opened  to  my  vision  clear, 
And  I  saw  as  in  a  imirror 

Happy  faces  once  so  dear. 

Faces  long  since  gone  before  us 

And  in  visions  only  seen, 
In  affection's  fond  remembrance 

Loved  ones  keep  that  memory  green; 
Faces  smiling  full  in  gladness, 

Faces  with  a  sunny  gleam, 
And  those  faces  full  of  sadness 

Which  the  future  may  redeem.- 


—157- 


In  my  mother's  smiling  face  Is  seen, 

By  memory's  mystic  sight, 
The  radiant  beam  of  simple  life 

A'tuned  to  mundane  light  - 
hear  her  charming  voice  rewound 

In  harmony  sweet  and  clear 
That  carries  me  through  reflection's  way 

To  scenes  in  memory  dear 

And  I  long  with  sighs  of  sadness 

For  the  power  them  to  recall, 
To  efface  each  word  of  harshness 

And  with  love  replace  them  all, 
F6r  down  low  within  my  bosom, 

Where  the  heart  throbs  gently  beat, 
Stern  regret's  slow  poison  pierces 

And  its  wound  is  long  and  deep. 

And  the  twilight  shadows  deepened 

As  I  mused  in  memory's  light 
When  the  darkness  of  the  shadow 

Warned  me  of  approaching  night, 
Then  I  thought  of  time  before  me 

And  of  all  the  time  that's  past 
Till  my  faith  soared  onward,  upward. 

And  reached  its  haven  at  last. 


-158- 


Do  1  love  thee?    Ask  in  vain 
If  the  flowers  love  the  rain, 
And  the  echo  from  a  heart 
That  is  broken  when  we  part 
Sounds  the  answer  strong  and  true 
That  is  &iven  to  but  you. 

Do  i  love1  thee?    Ask  a£ain 

If  the  sunshine  and  the  rain 

Brin&  the  perfume  all  so  sweet 

To  the  flowers  at  thy  feet, 

And  the  answer  is  -to  know 

That  their  sweetness  tells  thee  so. 

Do  I  love  thee?    Let  thy  heart 
Give  the  echo  as  we  part 
By  affection's  strongest  tie 
That  for  thee  was  born  on  hl&h, 
And  my  love  thou  didst  not  sue, 
Dearest,  take  it,  strong  and  true. 


Calm  and  peaceful  is  thy  bower 
'Neath  the  shade  of  forest  trees, 

Bordered  by  both  tree  and  flower. 
Gently  kissed  by  summer  breeze. 


—159— 


Sweet  fragrance  in  the  air 
Thy  name  su££ests, 

So  beautiful  and  fair 

All  must  caress. 

Thy  namesake  fresh  and  £reen 
In  morning  ll£ht, 

Sn  dainty  robe — I  ween 

A  charming  si£ht. 

Though  modest  all  admire 

Its  dainty  £low. 
You  only  can  aspire 

This  charm  to  know. 

Sin£  then.  O  Muse,  the  name 

In  dulcet  son$, 
For  it  doth  just  the  same 

To  each  belong. 


— 160 — 


Who  in  fancy  has  not  wandered 

Through  the  silent  dreamland  maze, 

And  In  waking  has  not  pondered 
On  the  scenes  that  met  our  gaze? 

Such  discordant  thoughts  are  roaming 
Through  these  wearied  brains  of  ours, 

As  we  sleep  within  the  gloaming, 
Dreamland  taxing  all  our  powers. 


Night  dreams,  chasing  us  in  childhood, 

In  fantastic  garb  appear, 
Day  dreams,  waiting  us  in  manhood 

With  their  laughter,  joys  and  tears. 

In  all- countries  and  all  ages 
We  are  dreaming  time  away, 

To  the  highest  bards  and  sages 

Dreamland  brings  the  brightest  lays. 


Neath  cooling  shade  of  graceful  palm 

Clothed  in  its  verdure  bright  and  £reen. 

The  sombre  earth  reposes  calm, 
In  tropic  beauty  nature's  seen. 


(Tontctthnaitt 


"Man  wants  but  little  here  below" 

A  swell  automobile,  or  so 

With  a  Rambler  I'd  be  content 
If  nothing  better  to  me  is  sent. 

Should  nothing  else  present  itself 

Plenty  of  "gelt"  or  other  pelf 

Would  answer  my  warm  heart's  desire 
Almost  as  well's  a  "  Thomas  Flyer." 

A  "Lansing  Yacht"  should  fill  the  wish 
With  Sir  Isaac's  tackle  for  the  fish 
To  pass  serene  a  summer's  day 
And  in  the  sunshine  dreaming  lay. 


The  one  sure  thing  that  will  content, 
And  one  on  which  my  heart  is  bent, 
A  motor  airship  in  the  sky 
In  which  with  Betsy  I  could  .fly. 


— 162— 


Jin    Hi       i  M  J  lk,i 


Good  night,  dear  one,  good  night. 

We  part  till  morning  light 

Shall  shine  in  brightning  day 
By  sun's  refulgent  ray. 

Good  night. 


Good  night,  sweet  heart  of  Joy, 

Pure  gold  without  alloy, 

I  keep  thus,  while  we  part, 
Thine  image  on  my  heart. 
Good  night. 


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